Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song Cam'ron during "Children
all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany Lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song to get
Bust it Hey yo, I just left the studio and it's about 2 in the morn' I just finished doin' a song Now I'm ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to
man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me Check it out, uhh, bust it Aiyyo I just left the studio and it's about two in the morn' Just finished doin' a song
when you pop that gat Don't ever doubt that you got my back [1st Born] We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines It's the truth duke
girl now -- front back side to side pussy pop do it right front back side to side pussy pop do it right Shake it, shake that wrapper candy Wrapper on your booty Girl, you lookin dandy Now pop
write a cool song A new song, a pop song I'll write a love song I'll write a cool song A new song, a fun song I'll write a love song I'll write a love
the music come Let the music come I?m writin? pop songs Done it for so long Sometimes I dream about a chorus That?s so clever, it?s dumb And now they
fanatic I made a few songs that sold ok Never top 20 or plenty airplay I came out hardcore, flexin cock diesel Saw a little cash, and pop goes the weasel
You get your loot house takin' at the shoot out, With secret servicemen, it's Ill Bill Non Phixion! We pop biscuits at these pop musicians - Claimin'
the Cooke county jail in their rendition of The Cell-block Tango. [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June] Squish. [Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Liz] Pop
girl I swear _, any mc up in here My niggas pop so many guns you swear it was new years You gunna need a _when my friend battlin you Pop shit my
they're Bureaucrazy dumb bitch at 16 nows she's having a baby guess she's been listening to too much slim shady you know! trapped a bitch ass nigga for
record skips I still rip (Damn that nigga still rips!) total rivers equip ya punk posse ya got lots to see days to come before you raise from dumb to
gold Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood They be givin' up sex for goods Dealin' with bitches is the same old song They only want
Heaven knows, nothing works They're known to misquote their verse Preaching hate, but I'm saying 'wait!' Where did Jesus mention that? Some are small, some are dumb
slow Thanks to Tyro, I'm 32 and "O" When ya'll catch a knock out, these fools cop out Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out Pop the tops out, the clear
Ehhh, Uh Huhhh, Ehhh... I love the way you wind it, Girl The Way You Pop Lock and Do It The Way You Drop Down and Do It I love the way you Do It, I love