nobody get it hot like me Y'all know, Y'all need ta stop cause ya can't see me Verse 3: Will Smith Seven continents I bruise all cruise Adidas, kilts
chicks ride in my whips South to the West to the East to the North Bought my hits and watch 'em go off, a go off Ah yes yes, y'all ya don't stop (Ooo
? Will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here Y'all act like you never
gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow cus y'all wack and all that
, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all
Yes, I will blow that whistle Yes, so don't go there with me Yes, I will blow that whistle Yes, so don't go there with me Yes, I will blow that whistle
Dogg why they fantasize? Fantasize When we ride it's a must, adversaries die Every time Yes, yes y'all Not Short but Snoop Dogg And you know it's like that y'all
, leavin?us wig splitters. all of them feel us, let us rips. if you try us, don't fuss, then nigga, now feel this. nuttin?us with my steel. and real, all
as him, nobody I keep a gun tucked 'cause I don't trust nobody I got plenty biscuits And y'all niggaz like skinny bitches, y'all ain't got nobodies Watch
ready Do you wanna lose hate for love? Yes Do you wanna see these gates above? Yes I said people are you ready? Yes, we're ready But are you willing
Ladies and gentlemen, Biz Markie Yes, y'all and to the funky beat and Every time you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin' The B I Z will wreck it, R O
If it's all night, then it's all right, no sunlight This is how the beat goes on Big Will, Tra-Knox, so high This is how the beat goes on Hoppin', rockin
mad chicks ride in my whips South to the west to the east to the north Bought my hits and watch 'em go off a go off Ah, yes, yes, y'all and ya don't
gun like I?m in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow cus y'all wack and all that
. Jones Roy Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man 8 in the mornin' your body get found by a fisherman Yeah, You guys is bitches, little girls And Mr. Smith
can survive wit me Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Rand-all Wit style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith
the kind of girl who goes show some cleavage I know that she's the one for me and I want y'all to see I know that she's my baby and yes she's a little
fifth on defendants Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though Hitting curves like Emitt Smith