from Baps Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin' lines
BASTARD A lot of hoopers, tryin to play ball TIM-BER!! They're all gonna fall 'cause The world is mine, all mine Quick to treat between the line even
my blackness, Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness, You better believe everytime we come, we come hard, The undisputed truth is that the black
take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes, we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin? somewhere down the line
her Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time Tryin knock every bitch so they all be mine And I ain't never, ever gone change my ways Drop a few lines, leave
Time after time, line after line Talking 'bout the bitches that are on your mind Do they call you Short because of your height or your weight? Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls
Love is the party, my heart is such a disco-ball She's in line waiting, my guest list too long I told her I would love her, love her as forever Forever
a show, I like to give it my best Yo, that's when I heard the telephone ring It was my homie named Gee, big baller from around the way Said he had a party
to the range to the black Joloppy I'm the **** the only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize a plan no man can stop me ball all, Stat Quo understand
EPMD might come out and play here at Gutfest this year Other people in the line-up are Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea Miles Davis is part of tomorrow's jazz line
you go with me once and for all Yes, baby, would you marry me? we'd have a ball My hip hop doll Yes, baby, if you married me, we'd have a ball
s are bright, shining, hot balls of air [Mos Def] Black like my baby girl's stare Black like the veil that the muslimina wear Black like the planet that
When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala where
equivalent be none A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion You got the gall bastard to brawl with the broad bashers? The ball's in your court, pass
might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut Nyce, you cant tell me I aint came up Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up Fuckin right I'm famous, balling
and panzer dragons There's danger of ganzes(???) in roaming in my squadron We hate them all, that's why we made the eight ball The milk and water tastes
' crybabies? Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds Instead of studyin' me That's how you lost your first job, punk Now, get in line, for
reality, the sky is green That there's weapons in Iraq, and the President's clean When it's on, thinkin you can trust police Every black is a beast and