dubs, and get Chinese back rubs In the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoes Bidness before pleasure, real playas get chose Neck chest and
nigger [AZ] You sit back relax catching contacts Sip your cognac And let's all wash this money Through this laundry mat Sneak attack A new cat is back
it But they game is strong and they tongue is long A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone! [Chorus: Brother Marquis and Mr.Mixx] A bulldagger done
] Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain Kick back lil nigga And watch the game Get your mobb rocked and
wild came up out this dust with my heartless style These, Chorus Verse 3 I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits and
hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because they
was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and
to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggaz still ballin [Chorus: 2Pac] Still ballin, 'til the
dwell Hell offa the forscythe and bail, Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and
pay your taxes And you keep it real, while them others stay plastic You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic Stop- now think about it [Bridge 2
world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!) Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!) Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face, he ????? ????? and
a nether chest Inna badman place Real mckoy and gangsta Police ask question get no answer Inna night, inna day, mr knight, mr kay, mr smith and western
your shoes off, Before you have a sound voyage, And siyanara see ya fuckers tommorow, Get some R and R and marinate in some marinara, And have a coke and
s style and get'cha own It's Miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut Chorus
step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck (x3) And now I gotta do some... And now I gotta do some
You can see the stars runnin' from the sky Tryin' to get away from Dr. Dre and Mr. S-K-I [Chorus: x2] [Mr. Ski:] the Doctor should've told you, Mr.
way we in the club yeaaahh!, It's time to party, This girl fine but hell but damn she bald head like Steve Harvey, POE BOY Flo Rida back me up, All these
