My name is Dip Dab and I'm in this to win this My name is Mic Lord and I'm in this to win this The crew is called Da Dozens and we in this to win this
callin' me the king of the avenue Uhh, I'm shootin' my 9 when I bail 'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail 'Cause it's survival of the fittest [Thrill Da
Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk shit no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude [Verse 2:] Da da do dap Bla
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada Gotta talk alot of hum-hei-la-da-da-der Oochie walla-walla-mmm-de-da-da but you gotta gotta Keep moving there
: (feat. Trife Da God & Tommy Whispers) [Intro: Trife Da Good] Mmm-hmm... yo we going in, nigga [Chorus 2X: Trife Da God] It's game time, gear the
testifyin' To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama [Chris Rock] Yo Cube, im goan have all da
I'm a legend in my own time A prophet in my own rhymes A king wit' a concubine [Chorus] Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen They come and go So why I'm
get busy Cause right about now unno a go dance until unno get dizzy Sean da Paul gots the one.. Me a tell you !!! [Verse 2] You know a no dime in a dozen
: [Talking:] Uhumm, Weezy ya'll, Young Money, Cash Money This is, "Da Drought 3", Ladies and gentlemen, You know me, [Verse 1:] You know I ride for
: Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll, Young Money, Cash Money, This is, ?Da Drought 3,? Ladies and gentlemens, Ya'll know me, You know I ride for my motherfunkin'
bakery's got all the bomb frostings. Andy: I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gossling. Chris: Two! Andy: No, six! Chris: No, twelve! Both: Bakers' dozen
in the sea and you sweating me cause we got the tightest (?) but I couldn?t find that thing with a microscope give me dom dom-da-da-da-da-da-dom-dom-dom
before me Mi mek me gun talk before me Mi mek me gun talk before me Dem P**y deh see me but dem nuh kno me A cudda dozen a dem wen my magnum pop off Dozen
A long stretch of headlights bends into I-9 They tiptoe into truck stops And sleepy diesel eyes Volcanoes rumble in the taxi An' glow in the dark Camels
(John Phillips) I used to live in New York City; Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said twelve
There are maybe ten or twelve things I could teach you After that, well, I think you're on your own And that wasn't the opening line it was the tenth
*A CONCEPT FROM FIRE* Let's march through the gates and burn alive. I'm afraid of the ending. But Im reckless, I've torn apart my inner binding. That
You planted the seed inside her head To cultivate it and help it grow into a monster Your out of control so she'll know just what your all about My dreams
