[chubb All to all of the, lyrical swigs Whether you studio or you're, synching a gig Yes! I address to all the known factors Where you slave to the rhythm of the masters I. smythe, whether you a benz or a bike Whether you straight hit or you go strictly 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 like ben vereen Rockin, the apple, the mayor were (? ) I smacked platinum, or hit gold watch I'll achieve, just like (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can mingle the breeze But hey, parlay - you know my way are the games we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the games we "i don't know what else to say" -> biggie
[chubb script shit, that gets me kind of pissed No real award given to the, hits and Lyrics get and, kids start to sip it Esophagus start bulge, and centrific Get a dollar, if I sell than the group 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 downgrade but if try I rock from brooklyn to crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember starts to The (? ? ) but happy that the heads stayed The hits 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 the beat then chubb handles the rappin The un-thinkable flow is fly extra napkins And the girls 'pon flatbush look without my googles And as they squint then I blink push up the throttle I, meet this to eat this i, leave to beavis If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than Oooh, I had to go and rip whole crew With love ran land butt rub and blue ooh - dippi dip on you With all my niggaz and and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic lift it start the to the phonics And, funk all pure lyrics turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, to prevail the shit you're east west miami bass blood or crip But hey, hey, you know my way These are the we play..
- 4x