is a non sense. We are a guilty generation, we're loosing liberty. Over and over and over, the same again, lobotomize my mind. We're the modern slaves
kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you
If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O
bump bump The people in the back - they're not the whack whack The people in the middle - come on and wiggle wiggle And the people on the side - we can
the box', I knew we would win so I'm bagging a lot, I said my head is so big they call me 'jack in the box', My shit is so dope it's like cracking a
locked in a box keep makin' it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit stay up homie And until you hit
we birthed of the west coast, we'll talk in them real things Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry? Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride? We gangsta
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P [Verse 1] I'm on my grind, grand hustle
up Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up Bring your team and we'll box 'em up Think M.O.P
Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now
up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up Bring your team and we'll box 'em up Think M.O.P. is not
Even when the record skip I don't quit, I don't quit We 'bout to make this one a sure hit Sean J. make the party people feel it Ladies and gentlemen, we
cried all night sh-t, I can't control myself But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself We did ah, I did his album and he did mine We did a funk
in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box Yo, yo, yo, this is P. Tone,
up homie If you locked in the box keep makin' it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M O B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga
Attention party people, listen A-P-B That is an all points bulletin from Young MC Now whether you're a senior citizen or just a tyke Just grab a seat
asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, grand hustle, got
