[INTRO:] 1-2-3 dingx6, sting-dingx6, sting-dingx6 gal whine up unno Si-t-t-ing, dingx6, sting-dingx6 bruk out! ah lexxus [CHORUS:] Whine up yuh body
clock in the morning That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit So I can pull up outta here, we gone Slow the
bills with them advancement checks Honey's screamin' they want more than sex, I'm like, "Why me?" Fine I didn't even take that Lex to like me I be the young dude, Mr
gotta come home and stroke her Take time, clean my rims and go loc' her Just wanna lay up, damn I need two minutes to rest, go 'head and take the Lex
The ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port
like you [Hook] [Mike Jones] Makin money is all I know 24's is all I roll killa dro that's all I blow in the lime light I shine and glow Mr Magic and
the rain And after we stroke they be like "What's your name?" I say "Mr. Sancho, the one hitter then quitter The True Player baby, the puss go-getter" See my Lex
go round Somebody gotta be the president Somebody gotta get down Somebody gotta be hesitant Somebody gotta be relevant Somebody gotta be celibate Somebody gotta be having their sex in a lex
lookin for dat 187/ There he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11/ Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex locstah/ Givin
s about who we hurt But mom, I love ya technique, tha way you make tha bed squeak Ya man can't get it up maybe girl he deat meat So lets creep in a lex
sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex
Mr. Grime (Never) You rappin' 'bout the same shit I rapped about in eighty nine Tryin' to be the new fiend (Never) With raps complex They love you one minute And they hate you the next Push my lex
they still Can't see me Cause I'm - paper down Fiends to keep happy Never - fuckin frown Mr. tony the blacker baron My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren Mr
{"It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"} Uh-huh, Mr. Bigs, Track Masters It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know Yeah, the
Mr. Yayo, you're free to go So I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow, eh? Yeah, ha ha, guess who's home? Tony Yayo, yeah, Obie Trice come on Here we
Mr. man is off da endz, off da endz Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] This guy is off da endz Baby boy, even made me forget my friends When Mr
ready to gamble gimme a blunt and all the pussy I can handle ayo Im getting mad bitches like a trooper and Ill be swinging like Im hanging out with Mr
' higher than an airplane, right? I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously No more frauds, you see? I'ma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr
