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