There it is, there it is, boy, oh There it is, it is, buddy, yeah Yeah, yeah, seem to know The but let's see
It's my thing, yo, it's my thing, the way I Not even an orangutan can on my ding-ding Saved by the bell rang, I talk, yell, street slang with no doubt
You tumble if I flip don't make me shout my vocal lip A hip hugger, I'll mug ya, if fun to Slow and steady a race, I keeps a steady pace In a chase, I'm bookin', cookin' don't fail me can't see me, catch me to jail me Walk the plank, ya damn dime
get stitches, why, oh, why Does my trigger finger itches? I follow my nose it always it Open the draw bridge close it, it A doo doo lyric, I snuck in I chose it
Long ding-a-ling dong, big booties grows it Up, up and away, we go across the To Mexico, suck my toe, doo doo my color No down, no cut A jewel to a is like pearls to big butt
Swine, I on the sidewalk and don't touch the line Escalate never I'm gonna get mine, try to take mine No my kneecaps ain't blacker my black behind
The bush, I touch So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball I's a wise guy, yeah, a it or kiss me where the sun don't shine like metallic, ka-blaow
It sounded a roc It like a roc It like a roc (They thought I know) It sounded a roc
One 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it for the taste of it coke I won't sniff it Ya pooper, you never stop my frontings I guess he owns a dust ya, I run
Popcorn, mama, you can my sock I's a headed nigga, my head is like a roc So so me B, boy, I'll be boppin' When I chug-a-lug alone it ain't no stoppin', Skin to skin, now I must Jimmy hats ain't made like Rubbermaid at all
If I be over stressed, over tryin' arms Cooking like onions, be crying but I gets the hoorays From sunrise to for days
All in the Kool-aide, know the flavor Taste shot, waistlines duds I love to slama on bad ass Call me Sub, I roll underground Chuds
with the wack, I'm never ever booty over that I got my cootie shots for the for the body The hottie, I use Karate Snap back, 15 I'll be off duty, ka-blam
It sounded a roc It like a roc It like a roc It sounded a roc
It's a Zev love X and Subroc For ninety tre crew deep Constipated defecating old hard shit and ya don't quit
It sounded like a what? It sounded like a It sounded like a land yo slide up I need my room, to huff and These be soft like marshmallow fluff
Step up, wrong move, you catch a back Or a blackout so be out Let's catch a bad one ya caught it I'll take your thumping heart and it
Then I my wood, I grab my rope Over there ya have that ole shit, here ya don't Oh no, you don't gimme black Now you sing the while your eye's black
Don't to flaunt, no need to front I see right through, you blunt Add the two nonchalant, I do what I If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt,
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