[chubb All attention to all of the, lyrical Whether you switch or you're, synching a gig Yes! I to all the known known factors Where you to the rhythm of con-troling the masters I. smythe, whether you drive a or a bike Whether you hit or you go strictly dyke van, no drugs I only snort dristan And I to the sister, and yes I can can A, gangsta lean get like a latrine and Lyrics scream deep into the like ben vereen Rockin, the apple, since the mayor (? ) I smacked double platinum, or hit gold I'll achieve, notoriety just (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the But hey, parlay - you know my way These are the we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the games we "i don't know what to say" -> biggie smalls
[chubb script shit, that gets me kind of pissed No real given to the, funkiest hits and get prolific and, kids start to sip it Esophagus start bulge, specific and Get a dollar, if I sell more than the abba The source critics still to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that revived the crew If I'm rockin, on the eww Why they, can't but if they try I rock from brooklyn to that I, my temper, I remember to boil The (? ? ) but happy that the heads loyal The groove hits the ground 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 then chubb the rappin The un-thinkable is fly plus extra napkins And the girls 'pon flatbush look stush without my And look as they squint then I blink up the throttle I, meet this to eat this i, this to beavis If I wanna smoke ya 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 it start the trend to the phonics And, funk all pure that turn to alcoholics tales, start to prevail the shit Whether you're east west bass blood or crip But hey, hey, you don't my way These are the we play..
- 4x