it, bout it, about to get fucked up Chorus [big ed] (fiend) I don't give a fuck, you don't give a fuck (we can get it on) We don't give a fuck, we '
d like to give a big shout out to my producer on the board, my man Ed man Break it down Ed (ahhhhhh) Yo one more time one more time (Ed, Ed..) I like
s right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some
a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it
Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you capo. You ain't in baby. I
Trip,It Hit A Backwards Flip And Its Its On Dancer,It Dougies & It Dips, Ed Hardy This,Ed Hardy That Who The Fuck Is P.Willz?Call Me Ed Hardy Pat, We
get it on the low, (on the low), if its right there, I cant let that go (that go, I hope) ima hustla survivor struggler no lie, on dollars plus more.. [
it, It be green to spend it just pack it Whatever you call it could do your math and work this magic, Get on the grind, in position to be the boss Niggas
can see her bum cheeks it seems again geris piled on the pounds she what she was wearing to viva la glam that Rebecca Loos she's full of shite and is it
Nigger We Know How To Get It Nigger Know How To Spend It Nigger And Yeah Cause Now Days We Got It Nigger We Blowin It On Spinners Nigger Rolling In A
wit it Tech can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do? Rev can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do wit it I can give it to you, Wha Wha Wha What What! [
bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?) Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big Tanny's and stepped on
whiskey [Chorus] [Verse 3: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one sun cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done I'm looking
You know that you my lover and my best friend) Yes, darling, it's true (Come on, home, where you belong, let's get it on) Please, babe, I want you.... [
whiskey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one sun cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done I'
ll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo.. Fuck that special ed, shit [Ghostface Killah] I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on There go son
They wanna blame world problems on gangsta rap It's our fault, cause motherfuckers is dying in Iraq It's our fault, cause motherfuckers is starving in Africa It
stick of gum on her tongue, I get you sprung with the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go in my pocket, grabbin on my pistol But I won't pull it out til it
