Ich war in der Schule und habe nix gelernt. Doch heute habe ich ei'n Affen und ein Pferd. . Ich mach Mus/Mousse aus deiner Fresse. Boom verrecke. Wenn ich den Polenböller in deine Kapuze stecke.
Girl you got it going on, your lips your legs your beautiful eyes. You've got attitude, I'll tell you straight it's something I like. I won't deny that I can't live without you.
It's Mary J.. Ah!. She's back. Whoa. . Show love. Show love. Show love. Show love. . Don't worry about. All those people talkin'. Trippin'. Asking about what you wearing.
Have you read the message, the writing on the wall. Could it be the answer, the answer to it all. What's going down in heaven, I'm playing with your head.
(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z). Yeah. (Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers). Yeah, Yeah. Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me.
"Cold, ass, ice, you know that you are. Cold, ass, ice, you're cold as ice to me!. Cold, ass, ice". . Yeah, ha ha, oh shit! (You're as cold as ice). Yeah! (You're willing to sacrifice).
Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and. You could either dance or just have a seat and. Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin'. A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin'.
*verse 1*. I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno. I'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speakin so that you know. and understand I got the gift of speech.
featuring Craig G. . (Get) (Get). (Get). (Get funky). . [VERSE 1]. When I get stupid to the point that I'm mentally mad. My rhymes start to flow so I simply must brag.
[Redman and Erick Sermon]. Live at the tunnel why'all. Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around). Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all. Hold it down, look around.
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man. Going each and every place with the mic in their hand. New York, NJ, N.C., VA. We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man.
[Girl Chorus]. Auoooooooohhh. Oooouuuuhhhhhh. Uuuooohhhh. . Walking out and looking back no moooore. Forget about how I loved befooore. 'cause my time is running out.
Yeah, ahh yeah. Back in the days (3X). Back in the days (2X). . Back in the days of eighty-three. Breakdancin at the crib with my man Dupri. When the Saturday nights was LIVE in the West.
How do I survive each day. Livin' ghetto life. Twist me up a fat ass J. And livin' indo high. . How do I survive each day. Livin' ghetto life. Twist me up a fat ass J.
Doctor, doctor, what's going on?. Can you tell me what's going on?. Everything keeps going, going, going wrong. Doctor, doctor, I'm out of time. And I keep looking for a sign.
Slip slide, dip then take a dive. Planets lookin' high when we travellin' on a vibe. Cribs, dorms grasshoppers in swarms. Thinkin' life is big, is that hip is it norm.
Peace peace peace y'all!. (Strange!) Real strange real strange. (An overdose) A nickel bag of funk. (We got beat!!). Now move on move on yeah. ("Hey man are you ready to go?") Yeah.
Butterfly searching for a relax. Pulling from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday. On the air is incense, sounds to the ceiling. Tried to get this feeling since Monday.
Smooth to the ooze came Butter. Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater. At the speed of bop grew the hard rock. You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades.
Be there for the rap battle. It's going to be inter spectacular. Fantabulous, it'll blow your socks off. . It's one of those things where. Machine versus man.