outta here Seems like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King
bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
we here we go Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break
bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin Homie, I'm from street po, I know how to dish a clip at you Wouldn't you? Break wit em, a webster
i slide, suckas start runnin, boys start hidin. Its the young don, im riding in the car. Freestyle king still a fuckin superstar. Im still a what king
[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll
got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B]
want You can stay here, you know that you can) Stay right here, my lady (If you want) so bad (Girl I know you want it so bad) So bad (If you want I got
I don't know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see) [Killah Priest] The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds High currents, {?} places we formin wings Kings
red and blue lights to get the green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain, bad man, bad
'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking
forget that girl That's why I call you the night Let's go warm up the world Open the box My party is on top Damn, will only give the gang of B-Sound
is what I mean, Ma Dukes is cookin' Collards Feelin' like [Incomprehensible] and matched up sticks Down with the King and we swing it on the mix Of a funky funky, B
Yah Get it right boy Sure shot And this is the way We rock the house And that's the way yeah Supreme Fever Born to talk Take a walk Back up Step off Punk frontin Bad B-Boys! B
it up Rock, rock and roll as he cuts it up Cutmaster King with hardcore cuts Makin' it rough, rock, rocking tha spot Cool evidently as he cuts it up Break
Dre no more at all Through all the bullshit them niggaz was my dawgs Niggaz With Attitude spraypainted on the walls I'm flatlinin', it's bad timin' Straight Outta Compton, the king
you likin' me, follow me, you so believable Got a way to get his own music out Record executive, bounce ballin' and actin' bad Take my time, great mind, break