[Frank Ocean]. Sweet King Martin. Sweet Queen Coretta. Sweet Brother Malcom. Sweet Queen Betty. Sweet Mother Mary. Sweet Father Joesph, Sweet Jesus. .
[Talking]. Hey Nigga. This is our last time bonita. After this, we out. I'm tellin you. We die together. An eye for an eye (In Italian). A tooth for a tooth (In Italian).
(Kane). Gangsta! (Gangsta). Gangsta! (Gangsta). . (Verse 1 - Twista). Gang-bangin murder with the killin, stackin Phillys to the ceiling. bloody body chillin, can't fight the feeling, now I'm a Chi-Town building.
[Hook x5]. . Tryin' to get off all this yay. Somebody gotta pay, I been on this block all day. . [Verse 1]. I'm the boardman bitch but let me tell ya how I came up.
All he want to be a No Limit soldier. All he want to be a soldier a soldier. All he want to be a No Limit soldier. All he want to be a soldier like me.
f/ Sundown. . [* Sundown talking *]. . [Hook: Sundown x2]. So many snake ass niggas, who's to trust. . Trustin' one of these niggas will get my head bust.
(chorus). . Bounce and shake it work it pop that thang. You make a nigga wanna get on top that thang. Won't you bounce and shake it work it pop that thang.
[Kangol Slim]. We wanna see you hoes make it wiggle. Wanna see ya make it pop, make it jiggle. Why don't 'cha hit the floor and shake it up?. Turn around make it twerk, now back that ass up.
Gangsta. (Gangsta). Gangsta. (Gangsta). . Gang-bangin' murder with the killin'. Stackin' Phillys to the ceiling. Bloody body chillin', can't fight the feeling.
[Chorus:]. I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest. I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest. I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest. I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest.
I've come to shake my ass. I've come to shake my ass. (Three 6 Mafia). I've come to shake my ass. I've come to hypnotize my ass. . I've come to shake my ass.
Upside down you're swingin on the pole. I ain't even gotta tell her which way to go. She ready now. She ready now. Upside down you're swingin on the pole.
I know I aint supposed to hit and double back. Cause I don't get down like that (But I'm Gonna). I know I aint supposed to let her push my whip. And stunt in front of my chicks (But I'm Gonna).
So hot, so hot. This is the sound of the 30's. . One, two, one, two, three, four. . Gather round all you rug tatters. Because we're going to show you.
We be the untraditional metaphorically medicinal. 2nafishypoo decibal peaks be my ritual. One condition though, we laying law like a municipal. Lyrics habitual, wit puffing buddha, get your crew.
[Chali 2na]. Sparklin' extreme spinnage. Watchin' your scene plumett. If lyrics were green vomit. My vocals would clean stomachs. Addicts wean from it.
{Yea, you're pickin' up fat records. Go ahead, you go pick 'em up fat boy. Pick 'em up fatty, sausage gut. Go ahead fatso. You pick up a sausage sandwich for me there.
Ahhhhh.... Wjbs, on your radio dial. With the morning of the fox, that rocks the box. Expect sunshine today!. For yesterday's rain has faded far away.
Educated man, from the motherland. You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am. I'm a jungle brother, a true blue brother. And I've been to many places you'll never discover.