down to timin to the rap Representin Harlem, mother[fucker] where you at? Cos I got a bag and I gotta blunt If you livin the life of da Call O' Da Wild
enemies Then enemies fall in your face And then try ta emphentray This all cause I entertain But still it's quite entertainin To see all these niggas faces They call me B.O
wild, freestyle It's on and poppin' Ain't no stoppin' Us from rockin' From tonight till ten o'clockin' In the morning Got neighbors knockin' (sign 'em now) Fuck 'em go call
websites git the info uh, we can work it out no nintendo I just hit alt tab Switchin two convos i should just call cabs and bring em' both here to da
MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P. To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three (Da Ruckus!) With the mic
] Yeahh, worrd I remember I met this one bitch Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker I just thought I thought I'da did anything
before there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's gettin horrid The huntin child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!! I let out a call to da wild I let out a call to da wild
in the big Land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin? If the DA
yeah what is this sit, Yeah I guess it?s the emerald hit! Chorus E-wiz: Inside da Emerald Forrest Some call me animal, some call me Mista Turbid: And
half past two, yeah They'll be dancin, through the night Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!) Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!) Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!) Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH
She'll call me honey When she needs a helping hand She might say darlin' If she needs someone to understand She'll call me sugar If she's feelin' kinda
nigga in the big land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin'? If the DA
bamboo Saudacoes D'a lic'enca um momento Te lembr'o Que amanha Ser'a tudo ou ser'a naoa Depende, cora, cao Ser'a breve ou ser'a grande Depende da paixao
L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her
two The ill MC step in (And who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da ruckus)
now I, "Get on up", rhythm and funk Makes you hump like Technotronic, I'll make the Jam Pump Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like "Du na da
