cart races You think that my sister's hot I accidentally shot your finger Off your writing hand, oh well You get disability I broke my leg, you laughed
big cahona You know when they sayin' packers run with a bullet That ain't no rap list Piling punanies, one frontwards, one backwards On a broke ass mattress, fix up and ask me how I like it hot
and all praise the sun Now they blast me but they all miss I do my 3D dance and remain undaunted Then simply reverse the process As the hot slugs hit
s rubber Swan dived into my mother left behind a thousand others Caught one cat sittin' in the egg, tossed him out he slid down the leg Born months later
he played out his scenes, loaded on <? > dreams. Well, his holster slung low like a hot kid-sister Tied back to his leg like he gonna do. He was
And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where
ain't nobody else that I'm thinkin' about Let me show you with this line, with this statement right here When you shake your booty baby, you get me so hot hot
strangers who talk funny Take their greasy foreign money Skin shop, red leather, hot line Be prepared for the engaged sign Bridal books, engagement rings And other
get em Get em steve, get em steve, get em Get em... Like this... [erick sermon] Well the dance is def, and it's gonna last I don't really think any other
da stanky legg, do da stanky legg When I slide through the place my swagga walk is what they diggin' I stick my leg out on the floor and start jiggin' Move your leg
with no jewels on Who the fuck put you on Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons I fuck with Fab get my DJ Clue on Sit inside Hot 97
me in the head Push me on the floor Kick me in the leg Hurt so bad and it hurt so lot But I know he got mad cause you think I'm hot Yes you like me I
with the rubber grips pop till it stop then slide in another clip burnin down the block you dont know who you fuckin with until you get shot see buck is on some other
bunch I run outside with one nigga lie dead The other bleedin' from the head Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg Yo Freddy just chill
[Saukrates] Uhh Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah Suzy, Suzy She tried to do me Like some kind of male flousie, groupie even Kicked it to her on one hot summer evening
to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny
fabulous, fabulous lady they call... (Butler) The other gentlemen are here. Please come in. (Reporters) She's new; she's perfection; she's headlines; she's hot