start flyin' And the beef comes they start crying I knew he was lying, wishing Hardcore gangstas turn into Born Again Christians Who da lying king talkin' about his diamond
ears and it's depressing that i can't forget the tune the organist played la da da da da da da, la da da da da da da... everytime i think i've finished
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Freaky, freaky now ladies) Freaky, freaky, freaky [Timbaland] Timbaland never walk in a place He can't walk out rough
as far as I can throw ya Reb Mercy, young player, live for controversy A lotta cats tried to earth me, y'all was too thirsty We the Diamonds, all you
mami, maybe the Lex official If you wanna get on I'll have Flex to hit you [Chorus] [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] Damn Y'all-Da-Da-Da-Da Damn yall! Hurtin
Da Baddest Bitch, the primadonna I'm the Venus Williams of this rap thang Teaching these lame chicks how to work the stack game Fuck the diamond in the rough
with me FUCK DA POLICE! (fuck em!) FUCK DA POLICE! (fuck em!) Witout dat badge you a bitch and a half nigga FUCK DA POLICE! (fuck em!) FUCK DA POLICE
she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens yeah Chorus: Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da
freshened up Boy drank all that magnolia wine On her black satin sheets Is where he started to freak, yeah Itchi gitchi yaya dada (da da yeah) Itchi
That's why we got hataz Hataz everywhere we go Hataz everywhere we go Hataz everywhere we go, where we go, Hataz goin down for the count (ONE) Lookin at da
above clever How I use my letters But em together and send em out Just like I'm textin a message Diamond in the rough Princess cuts on my neckless I'm
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas Da leaders, lookin straight
already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay bay on make me bussa And if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face off I got diamonds in my ear
's why we got hataz Hataz everywhere we go Hataz everywhere we go Hataz everywhere we go, where we go, Hataz goin down for the count (ONE) Lookin at da
while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens yeah Chorus: Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da