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Yes y'all your hands up real high see where the people in the world is at Where you at With L L Rhymes check it out
Two big ballers keep the juice blending, Fuck Ceaser I didn't like the ending Why? 'Cos we two jiggy niggas making Too many million dollar
Abbreviation, L L, I'm every time, it's serious Aiyo we serious when we experience rolling to the max, extra big willing
Uh, huh, a third of my deposit buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your current chickens then your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers hey, now she shaking
Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on making it keep on making it high Gotta on making it high
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far a villain Two and twenty pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics like water spilling You the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup some refilling Let me bust my milk on back, watch you start illing You know she's willing, honey's a star trekker Clothes coming off like jewels in front of
Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than checker In the process of the jolt she might the Black & Decker The being, I work my tool right Handcraft the cake it's baked just right
Gotta on making it high keep on making it high Gotta on making it high Gotta keep on it high
Just left, lean right, lean front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it You gotta shake it all night it, shake it
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, break it You gotta ride it baby, Busta Mr. Smith Flip mode yo, let's sing a little something for the
get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change ways bust Mr We on the track, I spark the lah I catch a contact
Aiyo, stimulation make a wig push back Like he gotta touch a here for men cap He went from dreadlocks to Now he called cash brothers shaving is nasty Kid so watch
I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S of finesse, lyrically complex And I'm the double L, C dash O, O, L J my leers waiting on the runway, bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God Is it the Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a boy
Mizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm a lesson for you sucker MC's 'Cos y'all don't no rhymes like these, period
is bond, ah man I had a time working with you Mr. Smith Do you think they'll recover? I no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions
ridiculous, word up throw your hands in the air Just have a time and wave them around Throw your hands in the air, word up, word up, up Mr. Smith and Rhymes get down
get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and with me, me, me baby, you know I'm Audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you niggas, change your ways son Ah man splash a little bit of on niggas Ah man in a and fun loving way You know, Yeah, you know
a little bit of ice waters and shit man You need to chill down put your shades on kid the fuck off put your shades on baby
Shine, nigga put shades on Niggas leaning leaning they deformed or something Ha, fix your You like Shaq in that commercial