Weebie] You got to rock the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat And do the Beattown Mo Rock, rock, the boat Rock, rock, rock the boat Rock, rock, rock
Traduction: Master P. Rock It.
[Dappy:] Yeah it's D A P's To The Y and it's time for some, look it's time for some excercise I mean sexercise! I ain't On Buying you flowers I'm on
ended up sellin white.d.o.p.e from a bench to a couch with foldout bed didn't sleep on it I stash work inside of it Instead even if it was rainin tha
[Intro] Like this! Hit it! So why has it gotta be so damn HOT? [Verse 1: Professor Griff] I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E. Professor Griff
someone to do it with it's not worth doing to all my friends it's not the end the earth has not swallowed me yet If you don't have someone to do it with it
birds that drown F--- the bullshit it's time to throw down f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down f--- the bullshit it
have someone to do it with it's not worth doin' if you don't have someone to do it with it's not worth doin' If you don't have someone to do it with it
just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain
Then it's back to the suites Next week the Taj mahal Every day is like a sweet stick Pick out what you want It ain't trickin' if you got it baby Pick
[Akon] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [Biggie] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up
to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz
dont wanna hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't do it dont do it cuz that shit is stupid...I knew it I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat
is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "
never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers It's the return of Gandhi Criminal minded city behind me Put it on my face