[chubb All attention to all of the, swigs you studio switch 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 drive a benz or a Whether you straight hit or you go strictly Dick van, no drugs I only snort 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, since the were (? ) I smacked double platinum, or hit gold I'll achieve, notoriety just (? ) Squad squeeze, but they can with the breeze But hey, - you don't know my way are the games we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the we play "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 prolific and, kids to sip it start bulge, specific and centrific Get a dollar, if I sell more the group abba The source critics 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 downgrade but if try I rock from 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 pound Buy hey, parlay - you know my way These are the 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 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 freeze love ran land butt rub and blue ooh Dippi - dip on you With all my and squads and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic lift it the trend to the phonics And, funk all pure lyrics turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, to prevail the shit Whether you're east west miami bass blood or But hey, hey, you don't my way are the games we play..
- 4x