s hiding deep within, you gotta sing Sing, sing, sing for the night Sing for your supper, sing for what's right Sing for the Holy Ghost, sing for yourself Sing
you that I am what you call black magic In every single battle you'll loose Letting you know a thing or two about life [Jokeren:] Nar jeg kaster mit dub
SmokeFest, Nine-Nine, peep the whole scenario Tash rock material to make your girl jump up Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the [??] up Yo yo, roll that dub
: [Minister] Say man ay ushers, deacons, lock the do' [singers - repeat in background of Intro w/ ad libs] {I love, to give you light) [Intro: Snoop
Okay, here we go Yeah, I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog But I've got a new song And I want y'all to sing along, sing along See this is the way that
can drive wich'ya diamonds and ya rhymes and hit's dont like that Tell em like i get em up and slowly will go ever with a dub? Dont shit your black on
, that nigga Dub C on the TV Now I know I'm buzzed cause I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged Damn, this shit is like the Twilight Zone *sings theme*
-dub tip Tryin' to snuggle up wit another honey dip I see my peoples on the dance floor doing their thing As I dance to sing, believe me it's a black
(Something you feel thing) (Come on, let me make you sing) Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socket In the club niggaz knock it wit' a dub in the
split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky Like a dirty laundry pile I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can
, first of all, givin' honor to God and all the ministers on the pulpits Ushers, deacons and my lovely choir They sound so beautiful, don't you agree? Sing
game, know when to jump ship Now you can find me in the wind, blazin' Stayin' high, Soopafly is so amazin' I'm yo' baby, dependin' on what the goal weighs in Pimp 'em from black
Luthor [unverified] Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks
we rollin wit the squad [AK] Now if you heard from me You gon feel something hot to the third degree Coming down yo street in a black capris Wit a fine
[Big Punisher] Big Pun baby You miss me? {see Pun gon' sing, then he gon' rhyme} {
[Foreign content] Big Pun baby, you miss me? See Pun gonna sing, then he gonna rhyme Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine I'm gonna sing, Treach
fuck with P or E-Dub Catch the burner with the snub, no love A tight defense, like the glove, so bring it Any song we drop I bet you sing it Check the
