do without it Trying to show a love, babe Trying to do without it, your love I try so hard, trying to do without your love I try so hard, trying to do without
all my time on the table Getting sawed in half Trying to do without it I was digging a hole Now I'm filling it up I try so hard, Trying to do without it
it sharing his views in his marriage But there's a huge interference they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for
there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music
without fear Chorus LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY, LOY Everybody dem a dance di LOY Check Mr. Bogle and de Roses crew Have a new dance whey everybody want do
stand, there's no sequel Here's the pickle, pretend it's a popsicle See for a fat booty, I do damage They think I'm a star, so I take advantage It's just
y'all Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog We your favorite rappers, rappers, rappin dog [Verse 10: Mr. Do It All from Lords Of The Underground]
do ya call? Who do ya call? Oh, who do ya call? Pharrell, on the dillydo, Follow the bouncin' ball, baby. Who do ya call? Who do ya call? (Buuuuuurn me
Puerto Rico to Montego do it for the people Toca aka Mr. Suavito Do what I do like I'm doin it for me though Rep for my bredren that's without question
dial tone As you hear it, pump up the volume Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off) Mr. VA 'bout to set it off Well I don't know what you
thinking you said no if i had no feeling for them then it shouldnt hurt yours and since you never thought ill do it, it even hust more and ill lie about it
the fifth Without givin' up no cocker food stamps I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
steer it Sharin' his views And his merits But there's A huge interference They're sayin' You shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew Maybe it's food
m pissed Yo, my man, you better stop teachin' us that nonsense Rarhh, there it go like that {Alright, Mr. Mangini, ahh, what do you suggest That we do
t go to church now It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger Let us move on [Bun B] Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say? I see you out here
it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight I said hard work
it down, break it down, Ready We've won so many battles, people think it's a trick That when the crowd gets to judge, it's us that they'll pick They
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
