: (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
: What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush
picker) East coast, feel me (uh) West coast, feel me Verse 1: [Aaliyah] & (Playa) Boy, I've been watching you Like the hawk in the sky that fly Boy
to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug And they thought that I bruise easily Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em) Most of what goes around, comes
will bang the instrumental South Central here comes the presidential Pull up jump out the lowrider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghostrider Dance baby im your provider Yous a fly
instrument of the synthesized orchestra. For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played by a flute, like this... The part of Bruce the Duck is played
strikin' Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug And they thought that I bruise easily come They go through this little, spin 'em Most of what goes around, comes
one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ???ause we don??° play
shots, the shots We can't stop, won't stop Want to receive a everything you see a Swisha sweeta Creep up, won't ya, fly for the sky with me? Come on,
zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen Here we go, here we here we here
Step in the front row, Primetime, I move your way Budweiser Fest, soundcheck, demanding more respect I come correct through the Metro and turn y'all petrol I'm up here
will bang the instrumental South Central here comes the presidential Pull up jump out the low rider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghost rider Dance baby I'm your provider Yous a fly
you turned around and you told me about those birds and bees. Come what may, you've been endeared to me, Because we share these childhood memories. Instrumental
(Come on) Here comes the funky breakdown That's smooth, man That made me laugh at all these suckers, man You laughin' too Pooh? (Yeah, haha) Listen to the guitar playin
fans hugged up You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback "you couldn't be
dime did me, do yo' mind the same But different, the West Coast king Crooked I I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high Joell, here
