be a lying Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me now
the east side of New Orleans with a red bitch Fuck the world make you walk with a leg twitch Flow retarded I'm on some special ed shit The magnificent twist it
steer it Sharin' his views And his merits But there's A huge interference They're sayin' You shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew Maybe it's food
Hell yeah Check it, check it, check, check, check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down
kind of world are we living inn? I think it stinks Whatever life you live, it's a quick-sited quiz If you percieve something to be real maybe it is Force
about it, forget about it, forget about it For-get, forget about it Forget about it forget about it For-get, forget about it Forget about it, forget about it, forget about it
Chorus x2 (silkk & mo b dick) Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru niggas ride dirty an stay strapped) Every time I think about the times you did me
Special Ed so won't you Suckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I
peep how I said Marshalls, replay I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay Meet Ye' alligator souffle 'Got It Made' Special Ed got *** from a girl in special Ed
Drop it like it's hot (x3) When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot (x3) And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot (x3) I got
it like it's hot Kane, drop it like it's hot Yo, pick up the microphone And gimme what you got Hey yo, drop it like it's hot Scoob, drop it like it's
this! I got it right over her Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! it's full of business papers...from my career! A
! I want real broadway entertainment! feathers! spot-lights! guilt! hours upon hours of guilt! about m Her! about my father! about brave women, suffering
did, Would it matter a bit? Not at all! Because it is writ: Our beige-blandish god Tends to certify it: "only the boring and bland shall survive
say don't doubt it Hold dat thought and I'll think about it 'cause I don't like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it'
?Drop it like it's hot?Drop it like it's hot?Drop it like it's hot?When the pigs try to get at ya?Park it like it's hot?Park it like it's hot?Park it