Y'all. Yeah nigga, it's your boy. We out here in the ghetto man. We deep in the hood right now. Man fuck the studio. It's too hot in that bitch right now.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up. . Ladies and gentleman your now rockin' with the best. Just Blaze,. Put your hands up Swizzy,. Put your hands up Diddy.
[Verse 1]. Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW. You better get in there and get that DOUGH. All over the world, god, it's kids that KNOW. You remember in South click we did that SHOW.
[Verse 1]. Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW. You better get in there and get that DOUGH. All over the world, god, it's kids that KNOW. You remember in South click we did that SHOW.
We try our best to survive,. We ain't running away. And keep our heads to the sky,. God will never lead us astray. It's that stress and depression goodbye.
Get up in it. Start her up. Get her washed dog, prime her armor up!. Big wheels, Cadillac grilled up. Keep your Esc cause daddys' got the Dilla. Custom, plus them.
Villain get the money like curls. They just tryin' to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world. Land of milk and honey with the swirls. Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls.
Get down... ain't no room to mess around. When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town. I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back. It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack.
Uh, any chance I get I'm on a plane. I book advance tickets and pay the fees with no complaints. In the summer its off the hook no time to waste. Just lie at the lake and I'm shoulder dry to the taste.
I come through stompin in my big black boots.. I keep em jumpin jumpin stayin funky funky for you.. Whether prada, gucci, versacci, my coochie drain in la pera..
[Aceyalone]. Aiyyo the police shot Cornbread in the street. And they just killed Cochise over a beef. . Ah man, I'm just a brother whose intentions are good.
[Chorus: Aceyalone]. Some birds don't deserve to be caged. They gotta fly away and search for the waves. Bein locked up is worse than the grave. I live by the words on the page - I know!.
Fuck is up? What's happening?. Yo, tell you a fucking story. Tell you a fucking story. . Here we go, huh!. . Once upon a time in a city called Shit. Lived a man named "What The Fuck?!?!?".
[Redman]. I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky. Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies. Today a good day, I know don't jinx it. I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett.
One-two one-two in the place to be, yes indeed. As we proceed to give you what you need. Always smokin' that 'dro weed, we have dilated peoples!. . Set to detonate.
Play for keeps. . Yo, I got twenty-four bars to heal these scars. I'm an underground cat but still like money and cars. I'll introduce myself, check it out, ladies and gentlemen.
Comuntwist. Quando era piccolino papà. Tutta la gente onesta e timorata. Con lui nun ce vuleva parlà. E se ne allontanava skifata. Papà non era brutto però.