hot?" "Can you get that?" "This is a girl playin hard to get.." [Slick Rick] "Burnin up, burnin!" "Why is my thing-thing burnin like this?" [Interlude: more samples] "It burns
(feat. Teyana Taylor, CyHi Da Prince) [Teyana Taylor - Chorus] Christmas in Harlem right after autumn falls soaking it all in then we go hit the mall
, and be nobody else! Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light. In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aiiight. One year later, the Tribe was initiated
And he shall make foward the lamb and the lamb shall overcome them because he is King of kings, Lord of lords the Conquerin Lion of the tribe of Judah
one, I'm winnin Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinnin Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
still death after life it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn but I learn cuz I
holla hidy hoe, Burns your tummy don't you know Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug Grape wine in a mason jar Homemade and brought to school By a friend of mine after
now! Shattered dreams, in shattered faces Crawling off the stage Forgotten heroes lost their passion, many years ago Time after time in your life You're burning
em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after
six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number
a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall A bitch who burns my pager
, once, once, yeah Once, once Ashes burn the morning after Only know I'm here to stay I was sold, I let you see me That was dumb, but that's okay Tripping
, squashed it ordained it Better yet sustained the flurry Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn
, I'll buck these n****z Can't nobody else get no money? This is our year, next year is our year The year after is our year, the year after is our year
like another sucker You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker Show them niggas you the biggest boss And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping
up Cypress Hill? Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid but the break of hits 'Causing me to take long trips
supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns