yeah It's like your sexy moans I hear Got a player gettin' wet down there, I swear I close my eyes and when you appear Me on top you on top even from
On It Until The Mornin Hop On It Until It's Foamin I Bone It Better Than Homie I Want It Better Than Homie Come On Get On This Pony I Put My Name On It
; Man that nigga garbage. man i got talent too, the nigga ain't Hearin me. man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'cris, c'mon 'cris. 'cris, f'real man. fuck you
get here..you ready? (girl) yea (guy)... ok you go aww shi...le-le let me let cris tell ya hold on hold on (girl)..alright Cris..hella Girl..yea Cris
all got our bad habits, We have beef and had static the streets had frantics Becoming some crack addicts They underground by 72 inches abuse and overuse of roads
Def, Styles P) Hello hello hello hello... [MOS DEF:] Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys Entrances exits vestibules and alleys Winding roads
faucet as clear as my Cris [Hook] {Mannie Fresh & TIP} Pimpin' y'all ain't heard that latest? Ay it's the best of the best Young pimpin' on a record
trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a
[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin
got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin disaster Back to the topic we on, it
?s gone, you think you on, you still hustlin? backwards Your topical norm a tropical storm, it?s a fuckin? disaster Back to the topic we on, it all started
Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Every anywhere, heights, plains, peaks or valleys Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys Windin' roads
, the Spanish bro 'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with the flow, yeah Joe Pesci in 'Casino', you know Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road
cris but you cant handle the truth Dont wanna face reailty So lord accept my apology Please like when police say freeze And i aint do shit But im down on
had the hammer cocked A Santana rock Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam) Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill, Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on
on the beach, in the grass house Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house Uh huh I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin Hop on
