to me I let the chopper groove and let the Mack boogie You better think about it, boy, you better think about it You better think about it, boy, you better think about it
back to me I let the chopper groove And let the Mack boogie You better think about it Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it
You Know I Meet A Lot Of Beautiful Women... But You... You Make Me Feel Good... So Good... It's Hard To Describe You Ya Know... It's Everything About
top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villian
I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella [Chorus: Fat Joe] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then
ghostface killa (Yep) It's kinda hard to be drug-free When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free Switch hustle, been killin 'em ever since (Since) It
the thing's from a cobra If I kick it to ya baby, it's all over Been around the world and my style nobody's blazin it Cause I'm sweet, sweeter than a
to Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me [Paradime] Detroit city From Aretha to Aaliyah To Bob Segar to Joe
motherfucker, and if that- if you can't relate to this song you're taking this shit too serious. It's hip-hop, man, it's-it's fuckin' fun. Ooh, I love
your nasty Creative gifted bastard, spit sporadic I'm so diplomatic, democratic Touch it, bring it, push it, systematic Damn right I kiss my daddy I think
Baby if you ask me if you're nasty Creative gifted bastard Spit sporadic I'm so diplomatic democratic Touch it, Bring it, Push it systematic Damn right I kissed my daddy I think
Think About It, Think About It, Think About It Now Get Them Keys Out The Safe, 'Fore I'm Manning Out The Place Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think
: [Hook:] Well I think I'm going out of my head Yes, I think I'm going out of my head, I think I'm, think I'm, think I'm.... Life's a bitch then you
my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don
And I was crazy like Manson about her She got me all choked up like Momma Cass She had a smile so incredibly radiant You had to watch it through a piece
corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method [Break:] All right, y'all