man [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up [Funkmaster Flex:] Its Hot 97 Funk Flex Oh my god [Lloyd Banks:] We givin' too much for free [50 Cent:] Cause its on the new Flex
outta nowhere make a debut uplifted my image if it ain't sex get outta my room conversation is finished [chorus] [69 Boyz] I know what you came here for
wind for me (Whoa!) Come on baby would you wind for me (Whoa!) Girl I wanna see you wind for me (Whoa!) In the club would you wind for me (Remix!) All
a fact the world, were comin at you Kim, where you at babe? [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] Gal flex, time to have sex Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
feat. Don Corleon) [Chorus:] Whose 2 blame Who is the one who sparked the flame The victim who became part of the game We be ya murder for money sex
disappeared, don't wonder how Looking for me I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I've disappeared, don't wonder how Looking for
it, When I mic check one, two, when I check it. Lookin' for excuses just to get ill, How many cops can one man kill? Many, plenty, all is any, A pity for
yeah, yeah Boogie down, boogie down You gotta get serious What, what come on Perplexing as I recks the decks so check the flex poetical sex I bring
just give it up From abyss to gecko, stay bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show Even fat girls
is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex This is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talk As she liking
self-destruct (Bitch) Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I'm a playa (Bitch) Plus we got a black mayor I get sex when I shows flex (Booom!) Porbey Rolex (Booom
flex Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? Cause you know a nigga like me Is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever [Verse Two
matter They all want this dick-hole platter It's dangerous for any chick on my arm Other hoes wanna cause em bodily harm Maybe cuz I wear my jeans so tight But they all fight for
: Jin with a name like "hassan" you should join the taliban cause that's the only way you'll get flex to drop a bomb when they retire me and i land
of being harassed so I dashed moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass Now I reside on the eastside lovin it cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it Flex, sex
we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha
I.) Ay, let me see you get loose Get loose, get loose, get loose Ay,shawty, you can get loose Get loose, get loose [Chorus] Ay shawty, bust it open for
set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In ya, stereo sets, Nas'll
