[chubb All to all of the, lyrical swigs Whether you studio switch or you're, a gig Yes! I address to all the known factors you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters I. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a you straight hit or you go strictly dyke Dick van, no drugs I only snort And I to the sister, and yes I can can A, gangsta lean get funky a latrine and Lyrics scream deep into the like ben vereen Rockin, the apple, since the mayor (? ) I smacked platinum, or hit gold watch I'll achieve, notoriety like (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can mingle 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 award given to the, funkiest hits and Lyrics get prolific and, kids to sip it start bulge, specific and centrific Get a dollar, if I sell more than the group The critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that revived the crash If I'm rockin, on the eww Why they, can't but if they try I from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember to boil 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 don't my way are the games we play..
[chubb Mo hits the beat chubb handles the rappin The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra And the girls 'pon flatbush look stush my googles And look as they squint I blink push up the throttle I, meet this to eat this i, this to beavis If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer penis Oooh, I had to go and rip whole crew With freeze ran land butt rub and blue ooh - dippi dip on you With all my niggaz and and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic it start the trend to the phonics And, funk all lyrics that turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, to prevail the shit Whether you're east west miami bass blood or But hey, hey, you know my way These are the we play..
- 4x