streets a bit A brother ain't fin' to take no shit All I do, lil' buddy, this could get ugly Trust me, 'cause this is All I do, before I explode, I
you do you probably gonna see it in blue But I'ma keep this black one to Dats how I do Chours It's hot the way you roll The way you rock your clothes
is blocked Your body start tripping, trying to find the clot Mommy start tripping, trying to find the watch She wanna find my knots But all she get is
mic I'll show it Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n' roll, even hip-hop Lovers, are my brothers and sisters All in all
Now what is the survivor to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show
life Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues And I
, 22 inch shoes The Boyz N Blue, giving boys the blues Your toys is cool, but Blue Boyz come through And make you and all, your boy toys old new Who want
Everyday she walk by see me on the same block Same crew, like she never seen rocks, chain watch, rims blue Different color boots on, park Yukon You predicates
mic and do the best ya can Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't quit Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all
there's hell below I think we all gonna go (Chorus) Verse 3 (Master P) Tell me is this heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral
mc} (both) We rock the mic {we rock the mic well} We rock the mic {we rock the mic} Well, we rock the mic and (we rock the mic well) (1) for the treble
(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too) now is the apocolypse MC's are clocking this they say they got skills but all I'm seeing is
is who the ladies stay on (Yeah baby, play on) I chew chumps like chew sticks, known for poppin' new hits I know, you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch If you want
and crystal (Uh Bra?) All that in the ass, fuckin' these hoes, ballin' till we fallin' Drankin' too much but it's all good (All good) It's all gravy dog
Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues And I, laid
! ladies and gentlemen, the virile and masculine, blues traveler stage crew...this one particularly sca Ry-looking. all right...now wh At you've got to do is
is about business She's super fly but she don't know it She might be mad but she don't show it She stands alone above the rest She makes me pass the