Somebody say, "Hey, we want some pussy". Hey, we want some pussy. Let me hear you say, "Hey, we want some pussy". Hey, we want some pussy. . Somebody say, "Hey, we want some pussy".
Badself!}. . Whenever I see you, my heart's like thunder. Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice. I'd like to know you better, and that's no lie. Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number?.
Word. Word. Word. . The party people love it when we take the stand. With possessions of the mics in our hands. 'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever.
the fellas. [ ] = Mr. Mixx. . time for ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin!. Intro: Mr. Mixx. YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one.
Not everybody lives, but everybody dies. So while a nigga here, Im shooting for the sky. Landing on the moon, walking on the sun. Taking over the game, give it back when we done.
I'm the flyest MC, the finest MC. The nicest MC, oh, that's boring see, there's another MPC. So why you think most hip-hop. Sounds the same except for me?.
[R. Prophet]. Welcome. . [Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]. War/Peace, c'mon Nappy. Love/Lust, now say it, Roots. . [R. Prophet]. I got a telegram from a pelican.
Meanwhile, at another part of the studio.... . (Man): Feel like who been in dis muthafucka fo' a week.. Got damn! I gotta shit! We ain't got no mo' weed,.
[Lil' Jon]. Yea. What...What. Check dis out right (Yea). Lil' Jon and the mothafukin East Side Boyz. The Kings of crunk. Back at chu wit some new shit.
DTP we got them guns that go. . Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa. Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer. You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice.
(*talking*). Uh ha-ha, Play-N-Skillz. Big Tuck, Chamillionaire hey let's go. . [Hook - 2x]. Haters we ain't scared of them, in the club we punish them.
I know nothing yet about him. I just feel his love connected to mine. I can talk about him endlessly. . I know he's the one of my life. I know it's the beauty of a piece of art.
NDEGE KWENDA WAPY MAMA. WHAPPY MAMA. BETU BANA NANGE. BETU BANA. . Ici start le chant son. Faon tout en motion. Tard le soir. Boulevard des boulevards.
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders. Ryde or Die, Volume 2. . (Tugboats, it's over). . Ahh hahaha. It's the second time around motherfucker!. Volume 2, Ryde or Die, biatch!.
Oh yeah. All in formation. . We gon' walk wit it. (Hey). We gon' talk wit it. (Ooh). Got me screamin' out. Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again. Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again.
From the back, from the front, from the side I wanna fuck her with the lights on. From the back, from the front, from the side baby what you want. From the back, from the front, from the side I wanna fuck her with the lights on. From the back, from the front, from the side baby what you want..
yea ...i woke up this mornin thought bout this shit..lot of niggas got questions, niggas got rumors, muthafuckers got speculation's.... but check it out...
Watch me make a movie. Watch me make a movie. Wanna see some actors. Take ya ass to the movies.. Watch me make a movie. Watch me make a movie. I'm off in the trap, with the trappers and the toolies..
Bro, what's poppin'?. It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up. Without no further a due. I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in. . Where do we go from here?.