not to drop the balls Think I'm a fool for your tricks? Not a fool, wasn't fit, not a tool, not a kid, not at all, not a bit And at school I wasn't ish
and my crack My money's green, my weed's real green, my Lex is green I won't wait, on a mic or a triple beam My heart like Spike Lee tell me "Do The
a jumpin. The way you jiggle it wiggle it, you frontin. Girl, all you do is make em confused. Hey! Some of them dem a shouting. Cos the things dem a see dem a
out here on a main vein We preach God's truth in order to change things The world still passing away, we passing the phrase No, not passing a daze by passing a
you a no good bitch! (biatch!) A groupie at the club tryna hit a quick lick! (give 'em man!) So I'll be real on a Cypress Hill then hit Hoop niggas, football
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
them a run whoo Give them a jump whoo With your bizzy body yeea When I first saw her She was looking like an angel light She blow me nami mind like a
titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game Cause if things change, you know it ain't against Wu [Chorus x1.5: sample] What am I