) Hang it out.. let it all hang out (cause we got what ya like) Hang it out.. (let it all hang out) yeah, c'mon, hang it out Let it all hang out, hang it
got to get me some money man, put it down for the General A nigga'd rob your ass, if I caught a nigga flossing cash What it was four niggas, and we punk
Hang hang hang on Where should they go? Save your souls now That's a place to start Hang hang hang on Hanging on hanging on Til the old man bangs Hang hang
quick.. flip Then.. stomp.. then.. stomp [J.R.: over Chorus] Geah! Let's get ready to bounce y'all Let's do it [Verse 1:] I'm so low on fitteds, rose
of days Hip-Hop's in a dead state, I bet it come out of them graves The Psychic World of me, it's not a PG It's the autobiography of the unknown hottest
arms , Cool and calm we cannot be, Buckin like a zulu tribe cause from inside like a LUV off the hook like Fly streak be, R.I.P. big D.O.G Fly gone do it
but they can yap, yap on Saw it comin' a mile away and it figures Somebody took a grease pencil and wrote on a car Whites own niggers [x8] Paid it no mind no it
huh. With Laylaw huh and D-Mac huh (Ras Kass). ntroducing huh. The nigga Ras Kass ha. We all know and love him ha. Yo let's bring it through youknowhatI
like Jamaica But before slaves came here whites would take a pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes Slice her stomach with a knife and let
With Laylaw huh and D-Mac huh (Ras Kass). ntroducing huh. The nigga Ras Kass ha. We all know and love him ha. Yo let's bring it through youknowhatI'
, get up, jump, get up [Redman] Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang
match to locate, what I demonstrate You need two Dr. Dre's to Phone Tap, me Capi-tal D.O., yo I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo My phone number'
N Grind to my rhymes Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang or pop yang, about a motherfuckin th-a-a-a-ang And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang I'm representin
E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN [Verse One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my
it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost save it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean
or Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'm still good in
it Take it Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta,
I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo, swallow