the one To push me around. Feel me Move me Take me Hate me Love me, Smash me, Throw the riddle at me. Know me now, you need to Love me, Smash me, Throw
New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert One, two, when I exhale, the one-two Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. Fire the semi, with no ice
: [The Jackson Five:] She's a dancing machine... [Chorus 1: Q-Tip] Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we
I'ma smash and make the bitches Make It Clap As soon as I'm finished with her, homey, I'll give her back Say it to 'em [Chorus: Q-Tip] This is just,
you'll get your money back You and your boys can make fun of it, yo I like it when you crack Take a bat, and use the thing for batting practice man smash
was that?' Kill your best friend when he's hanging at your house chilling 'Nah man that's my homey' 'Man fuck it - just kill him' Take a sinder arc and smash
the club We light it up 80 hour, 80 hour Let the party rock! Put your hands up Everybody just dance up We came to party rock Smash your titties like
bench been wanna police the dick The big Benz, Imma model ya chick Was that posing, cash froze her Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over Cold like ice
over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty We too gritty, like Sanford and Son (what) Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on See we the top rap niggaz, the Q-Dogs
be teaching them All crawl for it Still stall for it All fall for it When you jump for it Some slash for it Others stash for it Some cash into it Others smash
to Dogg Pound I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings Give me a Grammy to show my mammy how I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's I prove that I
Status i came here to exercise my game swear love to the hood that's how i do my thang smoke weed with my hommies bar-b-q them wangs sip hennisy and
Chambers and swung swords Bug when the Force MD's met the Fat Boys Brought the ruckus like P.E. brought the noise Slept on the ferry boat coming from L.Q
thoughts When I'm plottin' this, overthrow the government Burn the whole metropolis, lyrical warfare Hip-hop Apocalypse, strap devils to the chairs Start shockin' shit, Q
n*** like wedding gowns After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings Give me a Grammy to show my mammy How I smash