I pinnin' It's my time and it's long overdo Now who's comin' through y'all know who Y'all know the legendary roots crew Y'all know the legendary roots
Traduction: The Roots. Ya'all Know Who.
fluffy and light I need a man who brings A man-size... Appetite I'll use a pinch of sugar And a dash of spice I'll let ya lick the spoon Because
this Don't root for me They boo for me And cheer for Phillip Nickleson D-J seein all of them They gon stop acknowlegin Have they all forgot who made
young runnaway. Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya say. Chorus repeats. God help me out here, cuz I'm posessed. I need the root of all evil
Together... [Boogy Nikke] ...Together we stand Together we fall, ya'll I never turn my back on y'all I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll
ty] 7 Sign... [Bizzy] I put who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who
Verse Three: Busta Rhymes How ya feel? Party people, how ya feel? Let me know if everything remains real! Word up! Tell me how ya feel! I feel good
[Eminem] Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo.. {*imitating Slick Rick*} To all my fans, keepin y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
wild And she can't be tamed All she wants in life is fortune and fame So she keeps on moving Moving right along Even though she knows Deep down inside She knows
breaks in these packages Seen (all over the globe) and all the types who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe)
, y'all know the rules Bump ?? people and out come the tools Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews and that's why them dudes hearts all
you out [GURU:] I'm just not to fuck wit so check it Y'all know who I am Listen up son Peace to my man Premier And y'all better guard your trenches '
No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell g'on do it for me Who the hell g'on do
ya try, didn't ya try Didn't ya know I was lonely? (Baby . . . ) Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try (I say, please!) Didn't ya know I was lonely? I stayed home all
that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt) I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)... (Wyclef Jean) Y'all know there
Chorus You got the vocab I got the vocab You got the vocab You know I got the vocab You got the vocab I got the vocab Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell
