wo Um, can I talk to you for a minute? Inseparable, that's how we were Through anything, you were my world I gave to you, you shared with me For the love of you
m representin'. Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone
tap that girl, excuse me miss You gangster, far from a bougie chick Love the way you talk, your jeans fit nice Still a lil' hood in you, you just my
Everything I'm hearin' is weak We got them long biscuits, long clip shit Run for the hills and recharge your shit Come back if you think that you are,
make a killin' Wanna see twice a million, no love for a got civilian Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin', for a second, freeze dealin' Back to business, pump
Verse 1: Mo' chedda Mo' betta you already know girl I'm a go getta Fresh to the T like whatever Had to put you Fuck it all with the gold letter Well you
You come and step to me? Hey, fuck you If you wanna know (If you) (Wanna know) A little story, about the two Well, let me tell you we're the Diaz Brothers
and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples Deon and Mint Green make it seem so simple 8ways representing making other crews cripple You know I, you
hestitate to split a nigga's wig Or for that matter, fuck his bitch I love for my Mo Thug brothers and sisters Them was days, and you know that They
hoo-ride on your ass If you fast, you will still get mortified Members only motherfuck the phony I give your ass the blues like Tony Toni Tone Regulate
spray you Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the fuck away" You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you're on
Hook: Tony Tone] It's the message Poetic is bringin' [Mo! Hart] Punk muthafucka [Tony Tone] It's the message Poetic is bringin' [Boogy Nikke] Bitch-ass nigga, uh-huh [Tony Tone
see Stan fuck with Tony He don't know that Tony phony And that Tony just got jammed Last week with some money And about ten of them bunnies Listen what they told Tony
t think of you as Uncle, they think you deceased I'm so fuckin' mad that I got a slug for you But Mommy raised me better, I got love for you [Break -
it's Pearl Harbor Tora! Tora! I might say neyamora Or homie what's the score-a And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya
like lotion imagine hot baby oil where you want it (right here baby) how you want it (right there baby) you know you like being spoiled temperature risin' and now you
't no screws in it Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah Too Short, Tony Toni Tone
a secret? (Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby) Would you promise not to tell? (I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it I bet you wanna, you