Baby, out all night Until the break of day Snap me up in everything I say Little by little Only you know that I can see Bit by bit Your love is slipping
: [B.G.] (talking) Wassup, Uh Huh This one here for my lil' queen And my lil' king, ya heard me Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know Look man
realest that ever did it, feel me flow! And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh! A little taste so they
Verse 1:] I'm A Country Boy From Tappahannock (Aaooo) VA Is Where I Reside So Shawty Understand It (Aaooo) And I Know I Just Turned 18 And I Get A Little
fight me, Pigs often site me, that's not polite G, And any hour of the day ya know I might be, Harassed by a pig real fast, They wanna Rodney King me,
full of that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie
a good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by
got somethin Lord that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' Tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty
rocks fly from the back seat and busta ass niggas run like a track meet an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what) killer king is the
known, the kid lives [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Here's a little story, that I got's to tell About the R to the E, to the B-E-L Dipped off the scene, niggaz
this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and its Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little ass hits Read my rap sheet
: (B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play
dreams of Caprice's Drove by the teachers even more by police's How he get that cash today his father passed away Left him with a little somthin 16 he
in Thyland But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle (
I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep Been in this countryside the fucking one Son of a b****
'clock in the morning We keep rockin on The workin people runnin like the stop clock is on We got it poppin in the meat market Chicks take a seat, park it By
Joke track For a second it ain't look good Little tension buzzin' from Winedance to Brentwood Misunderstood, all forgot by sixteen when I met Freddy Foxx