Freaky Deaky J'ai des jouets dans la shop so Des jouets dans la shop so Tout le monde ensemble celebrez (x3) Guess what ? Quoi c'qu'on est ? Guess what ? I guess
joue Freaky Deaky J'ai des jouets dans la shop so Des jouets dans la shop so Tout le monde ensemble celebrez (x3) Guess what ? Quoi c'qu'on est ? Guess what ? I guess
now i'm on the cut like Marley Marl Hey! I can do what you do times two your boy is back don't have to guess who tomorrow i'm a doing it again at around
this way? Cause everywhere I go, people don't know, that I'm about to go crazy I pushed so hard, like everyday to really give a damn, what they say I'
quit, so no gains No sleep, no retreat, no surrender, no apologies from me, I'm the pen of the penners I mean what I speak, so if I given you a sentence, Then it bez what
wanna start a fight Chorus: So so what I'm still a rock star I got my rock moves And I don't need you And guess what I'm havin' more fun And now that
Hello... Hello... Do you see wind? So what? Just look at the window. So what? It was sun yesterday. So what? Why are you always saying the same thing?
Joe (Naw!) I'm a go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip
you see what ive known for so long sad that you can be so lovely and so wrong came to say that ive moved i see your face you dont approve i guess you
didn't trap me, I got out Security social Standing in government lines Standing in government lines Standing in government lines I take what's mines I take what
justice stood And people were behavin' like they're oughta good There lived a little boy who was misled By another little boy and this is what he said
upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow Lived a little boy he was misled By another little boy and this is what he said
Chorus] Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do
Brain You Make Me Wanna Kiss You Like Baby Kiss Wayne And Make You Call Me Daddy Like Baby Do Wayne Damn That Shit Sounds Gay, Its Insane I Guess That
Ernie Whiteboy sayin' "nigga" sounds sick When the only black in you be Camel Tao's dick You a grown man with no plans And still callin' up college radio
I back up in that trap I'm in that studio tryn to stack my stacks Radio only play shit that's whack They aint tryna to hear a nigga spit these facts So I guess
gun Look, i point at you There's a shadow on the target, I guess you call it future And the fingertip-orchestras sounded Like spirit rapping on the radio