Hah, yeah, you on a temperature rise Take you back to the us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all please
It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all It's in head but it's not the fever It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall It's in your head but not the fever
Now with the B-I double L We bill the par territories placing flags on Now I said it was yours so snatch the world from Wayne We did, sparked the lid
Now ladies love how we live Got 'em caught, shit, you already know so fly the dog that played spiderweb you're up aliasing here Sucker don't try to steer near this
you could bring it this way Compliments of Y and my nigga David J So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la Many reach to the stage, put the guts out the venue
Ah, shut up in your face no need to I've been there, done that, received it, won Yo stunned that, how you like To Sun frozed Keep my shit in harvest like John grows crops Hops, you'll need the whole to tops I saw the empire, set your liquid to
Bim set a flame to your fanny Davis the like Davis the Sammy A Grammy, my concern is to for a little age time, next rhyme, next phase
It's in the y'all, it's on the wall y'all It's in your but it's not the fever in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all It's in your head but not the fever
Now put your on your hip (Now put your hand on hip) And let your backbone (And let backbone slide) Now put your hand up on hip (Now put hand up on your hip) And let your backbone for the fever
Hey, ladies and gents to you Shootin' shit like hot at the sip of bean stew Super fat the visitor zoo Peace to my homewood and my man Tofu, I fell in love
I'm through evil man do Get some ass on the side so my love can through Pull a cigar with crew, lean and let it soak Your on to my twelve dollar smoke man
It was Mase who laced the beat up out the Earth Leaving hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth But I'm hip but no tized than that, to the break of dawn Dada, why it's hotter than hot
Why not knee, my got niggas on the dick They want to join the I hope ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel To overstand ring ring, how you do is real
You must be from Italy all you do is roam Microphone to microphone, lookin' for I write a poem to make the flock the prone cop China on stage so I don't a spotlight
Should be tight Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the chops nothin' here drops We're up, up, up
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It's in the back y'all, on the wall y'all It's in your but it's not the fever in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all It's in your head but it's not the
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