till we ride [Chorus x2] Here we come, boy Better raise up off the spot Here we come, boy Better hide or not Here we come, boy Why you cuffing that
is Sgt. Slacker with a license to kill (uh-huh) I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real (yea) Now what do we have here? A banger and
some shit about the kids, man? The fuckin kids?! [Cube] Word [Verse One: Ice Cube] Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-C
I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So don
: [talking] This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live
-Bo my new dog Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all Chorus: T-Bo says first line with Snoop (1X only) [T-Bo] You know who I wanna
Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
Missy Elliott] W-Y to the Clef (c'mon) Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest (yeah) "Milk does your body good," come on take a sip Like (*
't fake it, just break it and when I take it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here
like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets Sean P, A.K.A, or Sharp Crease Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary They come
your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we
under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close, hot
Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
and, out the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip
sex involved as we get funky Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows When it come to a situation like this Little more effects and I can't resist So we get