sweet and the forty fifth blam Hit a nigga in his back, make 'em do a handstand [Verse 4: Fat Ray] Look, it's Fat Ray, fireman, I'm turnin the hose
palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al
in this joint! What? Check the fly shit... yeah Don't black out on me [Verse One: Ghostface] Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout Al
we do it We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation To my nigga the low-down dirty drop-out from high school, Big Ill And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino
has shifted and raised the gifted You knew I'd be back so pack your bone And hit the road jack cuz daddy's home With the funky hot riffs Tick like Al
Moana Put her on my throne Oh, yeah See, I'm that type of nigga so you better beware The nigga is on I'm putting it on like Al Capone I'm all that The
ain't feelin dat Now you makin every nigga in your click Adapt da style of Project Pat I can't compromise my originalities You niggaz old school Fat
: (feat. Daddy Yankee) [Intro:] Looney Tunes..... Subelo al maximo (Turn it Up to the Max) Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo Daddy
A roll on dubs Every body run I run like king kong Because im really really slow I like watchin barney And the teletubs I got my n**** Spongebob And fat al
6 gia una star!!! al volante fai paur nun sai guida chesti curv a cient allor nun e puo fa dietro le tue amiche gridano pentite mamma mi chi c'e la fat
So nobody ever can rush my spot And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent! Unfamiliar
beatstreet a gridlock?d al top come lil? flip ready to hit cops pit stop rap knowledge affidati al team se hai due colori abbinali al jeans l'xtreme
blunt Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B. Go Uptown
Clockin the early one, double shifts if he can It's when his shifts won't change, same everyday thang Can't maintain, I got my girls to complain This Al
Out to clock G Major deep with my folly Bump the police Them fools ain't knowin' me The K the I the N the G With crazy ass Mr. T Doin' an Al Pacino over
don't stop it Just drop it, more like it's hot miss Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I Put a
He's mine (Yes she's really mine) He's mine (Yes she's really mine) He's mine He's mine He's mine Really mine I feel my baby loves me so He really lets