Ain't it funny that the way you feel, shows on your face And no matter, how you try to hide it'll state your case Now a frown will bring your sprits down
, come on) Your love, your love, your love, your love, all I want is you baby, all I want is you baby Your love, your love, your love, your love All
I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...
new faster Believe me, you'll find that place on Aster The heavy and the deep sustain I Kodak freeze your frame, pee on your righthand pinky rang Stop
MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree I flash the piece at your lil' woman and
Sweet LD We're 3.5.7. totally [MC Hammer] Kickin on the ave 'bout a quarter to 9 All the homies gettin blind in an eight ball line Now on this tip they
a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your
MC, you know it ain't right Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife Bangin with your boy, slingin with
' solid blows Start prayin', your sisters I'm layin' I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin'? Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor Party on
Come out with your hands on your head Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo Put the rap album down Leave MC Hammer alone, turn it off Right
I got the speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Verse 1 Speakers going hammer, (hammer
good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (Strap your
put him on your hit list Sauce Money, fat nigga rip shit Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it Don't ask me who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster
foolin your mates I don't care if you rule in your gates cuz ill smash a tool in your face and sound boy your small in this race your just a beginner
we'd defined never mind dirty money balln' on anotha planet if i bought anotha coupe yu niggas cudn't stand it MC hammer in da flesh 3-57 baby girl a
twist the caps, enemies I devour Yo, it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's Lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face With avenganceshaving blocks on
