You've gotta get it inside you You've got to bite, bite, bite, you've gotta get it inside you (etc) You've got to bite, bite, bite, bite, bite You've
up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin
dogs in the grill Can't be forgettin' the dogs in our town That be keepin' it real And all the dogs that we've known They bark is worse than their bite
em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em Fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off To a new height, I rocks the mic, yes I'm hype I love to write, so don't you bite Yeah, I'm the
Verse 2:] So we exchange numbers I told her I'll be at her crib by a quarter to six We can go get a bite little lady, Or chill at the mall and catch a
baby come over here What's your name Girl tell me everything you like Lil mamma don't have no fear Don't be scured Cause you know I ain't gonna bite [
that's just be being truthful. I'm brutal, Beat you to death with a pool noodle. Your fucking toy poodle Can't step to the bite. Leaving him drinking
we rollin' to the top boo. She's like a top model, And I'm an I'll rapper. Time to kick it Roll a blunt And just chill after; Pop a pill after, Shit
Put my back into a slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Let me get mine, you get yours Come here Don't be shy I won't bite Let me get mine
out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite
lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time? And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill Huh,
you do, better help yourself It?s all about money, no one cares about you Here one day, gone one night You see people twice in your life and they bite
Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his 9th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm
, you might get burned with God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still Chill
round pots and Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book Biting on a pen, thin glasses on French
that's on another note (uh-huh) let me explain here right now sugar on how I feel for you Like when we UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you And when
a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good for my heart About 1 a.m.,I always..... Far from me to bite
