Afroman talking) Hush, hush (yeah yeah) Somebody's callin my name (if you listen closely baby) Hush, hush (yeah yeah) Somebody's callin my name Hush (
a pair of Lacy pants. So please, sir. If you run into my Mama, Don't reveal my indiscretion, Give a working girl a chance. Hush up, Don't tell Mama,
brown eyes and I seen them cuttin In my direction, but I mean it's nuthin If you have another man, or have other plans Other than, cruisin the city with this brother
that kind of nigga Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say? [Brother J] Yeah!
Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds Oh, hush
be pointin, and leakin falsifyin the stink You think I'm pink I bl-l-link with them shades of thought and think (and in this corner be the hush) so play
in Maseo Path I be the finder of the patch [DOVE:] Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the 'da dip' Take the horse into the jolly ranch Keep the hush The
like... [Chorus, sans "we"] [Rapper Big Pooh:] Look...we had a lil' thing, a wintertime fling You some +Getback+ for your man mistreat thing But that was then, you know some hush-hush
of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know But CIA conducts
(Traditional) Hush little baby, don't you cry, You know your mother was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late
a pair of lacy pants. So please, sir. If you run into my mama, Don't reveal my indiscretion, Give a working girl a chance. Hush up, Don't tell mama,
to stick 'em And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us And make 'em do all of us, and we don't be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers
ever test me and you'll have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
Oooooo-Hush Don't say nothing (My hand to my brother) Oooooo-Hush (Hand to my sister) Don't say nothing Oooooo-Hush Don't say nothing Oooooo-Hush Don
got back there) Mr. Big is in the background (well well) The Isley Brothers gonna hold it down... sing (uh oh) (Houston we got a problem) [Chorus] [Nelly] Hush
visit Intensely exquisite artism inquire all, who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds Oh, hush
have your Loops [*both*] But you still gotta get your Two Scoops! [Immenslope] To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed
