[chubb All attention to all of the, lyrical Whether you studio 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, whether you a benz or a bike Whether you hit or you go strictly dyke Dick van, no drugs I 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 +roots+ ben vereen Rockin, the apple, the mayor were (? ) I smacked platinum, or hit gold watch achieve, notoriety just like (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can mingle the breeze But hey, parlay - you don't my way are the games we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the we play "i don't know what to say" -> biggie smalls
[chubb Journalists script shit, that gets me of pissed No real award given to the, hits and Lyrics get prolific and, kids to sip it start bulge, specific and centrific Get a dollar, if I sell than the group abba The source critics still want to diss my yabba, The pulse that revived the crash If I'm rockin, on the eww Why they, can't downgrade but if try I from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember starts to The (? ? ) but happy that the heads stayed The groove hits the ground from the of "get down" Peace love and all that shit plus five Buy hey, parlay - you know my way These are the we play..
[chubb Mo the beat then chubb handles the rappin The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra And the girls 'pon look stush without my googles And look as they squint then I blink up the throttle I, meet this to eat this i, leave this to If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than Oooh, I had to go and rip your whole With love ran land butt rub and blue ooh Dippi - dip on you all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic it start the trend to the phonics And, funk all pure lyrics that turn to tales, start to prevail the shit Whether you're east west miami blood or crip But hey, hey, you don't my way These are the we play..
- 4x