the back seat, tooting powder Little Bruce, man, boss from the Villa Clowning in my fresh whip, speed-bump-killer [Hook: Little Bruce] (I'm scraping
: [Intro - P. Diddy] Yeah, (Hey yo, turn my mic on) Booba (Yo), the champ is here (Yeah like that), the champ is here All you other motherfuckers, sit
damned jam You said that you want your punclines a little more compact Well shorty I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man I gave Bruce
your God-damn jam you say that you want your punchlines a little more compact well shawty I?m that man these other cats aint metaphorically where I?m at man I gave Bruce
my budget My main chick [?] on her stomach See chief posse [?] thug runners [?] Stunna man say it other niggas get done in My team get to it, other niggas
breath I say we gots to float Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen
team just to do that In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani An iced out ring just to score on your eye Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
arms arround you and hold you tight. cause baby all that really matters is tonigt, baby all that really matters is tonight. i see lovers shaderd, bruced
pictures on my budget my main chick clitch , clutch on her stomach see chief posse beat these thug runner stunna may say it other niggas get done this my team get to it, other
your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shawty, I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man I gave Bruce
big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought Peter. Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by. Bruce
my whole team just to do that In a blue hat with black baggy cord and I And I style green just to sore your eye Hard to die like Bruce Lee get a victory
the baby's ass She drives the kids to school She does the laundry too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little
a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherf-ckin' white walls [Eminem & Royce da 5'9":] Got your mother suckin' my balls while we f-ck each other, punch each other
its your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well shawty Im that man These other cats aint metaphorically where Im at man I gave Bruce
I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other
there's other boys out there You complain my car makes too much noise And you cry I'm always out with the boys Whoa whoa (whoa whoa whoa whoa) I give up little