to defend your own Well, [CHORUS:] Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off Now Ease off you have to defend Your own so, Now ease off, squeeze off, pop
big wooden spoon I ran into the bathroom I took off my panties and sat there and cried and took a dune Plus I hide in bushes, and I play with my dick
: (feat. R. Kelly) [J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga? [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle! {*both
it like me. Go F-U-C-K yourself baby. Ain't no bitch who can do it like me. The critics and the press agree. Ain't no bitch who can do it like me. J-E
paul wall and jr writer, gettin for that puff puff pass drip the candy, pop the trunk, drop some greens and ride that choppers bang and screw in a parkin
on the radio and, you know Seein Turbo and them cats breakdancin on Electric Bugaloo And, you know, you seein graffiti over here and you seein breakdancin over there and
brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg that
: (feat. R. Kelly) [J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga? [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle
I run my own and I'm my own self person No respect make the situation worse then Fillmoe, H.P., and Sunnydale There's a playaz club everywhere you dwell Lakeview, P.H., and
and i got those flames im the type to make a motherfucka get up hit a nigga in his gut but i told yall hoes and you gangstas and rydas im gone do but
' holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks,
holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg
holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey 'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Gripping grain and popping trunks
E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J, ain't no bitch who can do it
In your house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty I'm a felon ask J rock industries and ashtrays Rancid and hash-ay add gas and rap some And burn the
and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina L.A. is little Alabama They walk and
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
that bulls**t (That's right) And give you what you need Scream L 'Cuz we livin' and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X 'Cuz we experts and
