a little deeper, dig a little deeper Don't ask the question, what it is you should do Just take some action, it'll come to you It's all connected all you have to do Is
We've been driving so fast We just need to slow down and just roll Anything that?s worth having Is sure enough worth fighting for Quit is out of the question
Leprosy I got 'em askin' questions like they playin' Jeopardy "A dope spittin' white boy? " Bzzzt "What is Chris Webby" See they take shit too serious, I'm here to add some levity Roll
it comes, it's the one You've been waiting on Get up, get it up Yup, that's what's up Giving just what you want To the maximum Uh oh, here we go
up get it rough, yup that's what's up Givin' just what you love to the maximum Uh-oh (Uh-oh) Here we go (Here we go) What to do when the music starts
Kells, And I got all of these chics chasin me See i only want you though, life is ? perfect for me So when u askin those questions like: [Ciara:] What
[B-Real] I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out In the present smell the prescence of what
pocket Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy? In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you
: [8 seconds instrumental] [Chorus: B-Real] I'm a go hardcore what I believe in And NO! - I'm not gonna slow down! They try tell me what it is what
if you was I don't recall Who would roll with ya'll Bunch a fucking know it alls Who's dough is small Look what's it come to Our rapport's good no more
folly-ticians get switch on If you look in the face of the newly born The newly born face malnutrition Suspicion to what is them ambition Total destruction
's word to the millions that they putting up. I'm trying to do better than good enough. [Chorus] What am I afraid of? This is suppose to be what dreams
mistress Hit the lab and record, go handle your business What type of life is this? So many different choices Too many different opinions, too many different voices What
balls, so they always keep askin the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions).. What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who what
real this quiet shit is startin to drive me crazy The only thing that's keepin me still is sex appeal Strong but silent type is that you what the deal you Know what
wish that I was sleeping, dreaming Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what now Ghetto bird on
Roll me over next to the wall What is rounder than a ring, And higher than the trees? And what is worse than a woman's curse, And what is deeper than
blew my nose Blew 300 on my rolce 200 more on the lamb Million dollars on the crib Car note, don't know what that is Gucci, you don't know who that is