[chubb All attention to all of the, lyrical you studio switch or you're, synching a gig Yes! I address to all the known factors you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters I. smythe, you drive a benz or a bike you straight hit or you go strictly dyke Dick van, no drugs I snort dristan And I to the sister, and yes I can can A, gangsta get funky like a latrine and Lyrics scream deep into the like ben vereen Rockin, the apple, the mayor were (? ) I smacked platinum, or hit gold watch I'll achieve, notoriety like (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can with the breeze But hey, - you don't know my way These are the we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the we play "i don't what else to say" -> biggie smalls
[chubb Journalists script shit, that me kind of pissed No real award given to the, funkiest and Lyrics get prolific and, kids to sip it Esophagus start bulge, specific and Get a dollar, if I sell than the group abba The source critics still want to my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that the crash crew If I'm rockin, on the eww Why they, can't but if they try I rock from to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember starts to The (? ? ) but happy the heads stayed loyal The groove hits the from the maker of "get down" Peace love and all that plus five pound Buy hey, - you don't know my way are the games we play..
[chubb Mo hits the then chubb handles the rappin The un-thinkable flow is fly plus napkins And the girls flatbush look stush without my googles And look as they squint then I push up the throttle I, meet to eat this i, leave this to beavis If I wanna ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penis Oooh, I had to go and rip your whole With freeze love ran butt rub and blue ooh - dippi dip on you With all my niggaz and squads and the, jew Ar-tistic it start the trend to the phonics And, funk all lyrics that turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, start to the shit Whether you're east west miami bass blood or But hey, hey, you don't my way are the games we play..
- 4x