the sexual (K.C. Thomas) now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this mic
ain't easy, pimpin' ain't easy Pimpin' ain't easy, pimpin' ain't easy) One, two, three, four, to five, six, seven Eight, nine-ten, then ya got eleven
I was shopping for a suit the other day And walked into the department store I stepped on the elevator and told the girl "Dry goods floor" When
[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey What what? Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey hey [Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes
Do that shit, ah (Shit,shit,shit) Ha, ha, eh, that's right (Shit,shit,shit) (Ha, ha, ha) Motherfucker, nice ride Eh, come on You know that bitch baby
compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin' off the hook And AMG is puttin' down girl
was a thug because when I met her she had a scarf on Fifty four eleven, size seven in girls Baby face, would look like she was eleven with curls Girlfriend
too, I got tall brew, it's all you Or like I be, let's shoot up to the club, like two tattoos VIP, who gets who, no dancing with two left shoes Do that
? As far as I can see It?s been burned down by this modern day slavery For eleven years I?ve been living here I?ve seen momma cry more than eleven tears
, slick, Slick Rick an' M Slick Rick an' M Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy (Slick Rick an' M) Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious
Bow wow's got game but he's five foot three Nice crossover dog, try that jive on me Might need a little backup to hang with me Fuck that, two on one
like to rock with a real man? Every dollar I earn, girl, I let it all burn And if I wind up in jail well there's only one of Two thousand, seven hundred and sixty-two
battle former, seven man control Dead maybe cause for this strategy Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated So speak to some mamas, two
THREE NIL! NICE ONE UNITED WE'RE ALL DELIGHTED. GIRLS NO JOY TONIGHT, FORGET IT AGAIN, MY BOYFRIEND'S IN LOVE WITH ELEVEN MEN. COMPANY ALL SING TOGETHER
to do What to do what to do What to do pity the ladies in waiting Pity the gentlemen too (or two) four six eight All: Ten eleven twelve
Timbaland man beats that make you bump that Over a Mill on my debit card, believe that Wanna hurt a nice top, I?m talking implant Bout to cop a nice watch
drizzle off a bottle of bacizzle All these trizzles try to get me in the frizzle But I only want the hizzle buhizzle bizzle nizzle I got girls to my left and girls