[chubb All attention to all of the, swigs you studio switch or you're, synching a gig Yes! I to all the known known factors Where you slave to the of con-troling the masters I. smythe, you drive a benz or a bike Whether you hit or you go strictly dyke Dick van, no I only snort dristan And I to the sister, and yes I can can A, lean get funky like a latrine and Lyrics scream deep into the like ben vereen Rockin, the apple, the mayor were (? ) I smacked platinum, or hit gold watch I'll achieve, notoriety like (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can mingle the breeze But hey, - you don't know my way are the games we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the games we "i know what else to say" -> biggie smalls
[chubb script shit, that gets me kind of pissed No real award given to the, funkiest and Lyrics get prolific and, kids to sip it Esophagus start bulge, and centrific Get a dollar, if I sell more the group abba The source critics still want to my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that the crash crew If I'm rockin, on the eww Why they, downgrade but if they try I from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember to boil The (? ? ) but happy the heads stayed loyal The groove the ground from the maker of "get down" Peace love and all that shit five pound Buy hey, parlay - you know my way are the games we play..
[chubb Mo hits the beat chubb handles the rappin The un-thinkable flow is fly extra napkins And the girls 'pon flatbush stush without my googles And look as they squint then I blink push up the I, meet this to eat this i, leave to beavis If I smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penis Oooh, I had to go and rip your whole With love ran land butt rub and blue ooh - dippi dip on you With all my and squads and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic lift it start the trend to the And, funk all pure that turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, to prevail the shit Whether you're west miami bass blood or crip But hey, hey, you know my way These are the we play..
- 4x