If you want it then I've got it. If you need it, baby, I'll feed it. If you love it, come and rub it. 'Cause there's something. I should let you know, oh.
The life of a player ain't no simple task. Best believe you gotta watch yo' ass. 'Cause niggaz and bitches stay on yo' shit. Just waitin' for a nigga to hit.
Ace is the place with the helpful hardware. Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare. Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite. Take all that hate, why don't you try flippin' it?.
Real cool. . Brooklyn's in the house. Brooklyn's in the house. Brooklyn's in the house. Brooklyn's in the house. Brooklyn's in the house. . Real cool, 'cause Brooklyn's cool.
[MC Serch singing throughout]. . But my balls itch!! *laughter*. . Oooooooooh!. Dedicated to my man, Pete Nice, knahmsayin? *laughter*. Oahhhh I got.. HA HAHAHAH! *uncontrollable laughter*.
3rd place is everything. C'mon, I'll show you. . Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where I'm movin' to. Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin' you. Light-skinned, steps into the picture.
Set to decide who's on the inside track. But you slack and so another dive. And you lounge but who's shoes would you be in?. Wake up, it's time to respect the Nubian.
No static at all. . Beef not needed to waste one. 'Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum. Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum. A humdrum liver in Bedlam.
"This recording, is a collection. Of unintended indiscretions before microphone". . "Oh who locked the door?". "A hard man is good to find.". "Open the door!".
This recording, is a collection of unintended. Indiscretions before microphone. Oh, who locked the door?. A hard man is good to find. Open the door. The principles of friction.
Let's all sing, pop goes the weasel. . Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel. I see the empty pocket needs a refill. I got a squad with a list of complainers.
Alright coming up now another request. This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise. A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues. .
Richard, yeah, boy, come here, let me speak to you. What is this scatting and scratching bullshit. [Incomprehensible]. You ain't washing your own butt, boy.
Here's my advice to all amateurs planin' to give a performace. Speak up, and keep the act movin'. . Servin' the role, a sole step child. Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin'.
Knowledge on the court, observin' what is all around. The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound. Hearin' and fearin' the momentum of the stutter step.
Knowledge on the court, observin' what is all around. The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound. Hearin' and fearin', the momentum of the stutter step.
At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M.. . Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite. Point us to the center stage, I'll grab the first mic.
Verse 1. 3rd bass deals with the first place. of where your mind is. the kind of stuff that you want to smoke blunts with. take pictures, like allen funt would..
Aiyyo Prince Paul, is this a Gas Face lyrical remix?. Yes indeed Serch and it goes a little somethin' like this. . Gas, past tense, made facially. 3rd Bass'll express, KMD.
"You are sleeping! You do not want to believe.. You are sleeping!". . * DJ Richie Rich cuts. "Guide you out of triple stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+.