hit the mall Stay fresh and rock our way They try to imitate us They could never duplicate us Pull up in the Ferrari Saying hello to all my haters [Chorus: x2
will Swiss cheese emcees [Verse 1 - Freeway] Even though I got a short temper, had a long day I will kill a tall nigga with a long K Matter of fact
me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred Under my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ [Chorus 2X: Ghostface
I woulda did more than fuss I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6 Black Connection you bitch you [Chorus] (2X) [Lil Ya] SAY THAT SAY
than just B2K I never thought I'd take a liking to you I tried to play you to the left and made a right into you Late nights, 2-waying, stay writing
busta just tryna money mack on a million You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
Intro: mc eiht Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah 1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house My niggaz on the run
in the way, But the kids do watch. Gotta watch what we say. Gotta work everyday. Gotta not be Cliche. Gotta stand out like Andre 3-K, Gotta kick it-kick
Verse 1 ------ Yeah.... Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring
If Oyran momma come home His ass gon get a whippin On punishment for tha grade period But right now T.U.G Clique aint hearin Shhhhhhh (Platinum status..TUG..B2k
(featuring Shasta) Ha, Freestyle King Screwed Up Click, nigga.. [Hook: Shasta - 2x] Can't nobody, flow like me I'm just a fresh MC (the Freestyle
the club singing this for money, ha! I'm a gigolo, spending lot's a dough You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on four's How I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh
Kardinal Ay yo!!! Yallo!!! Look at dat lord mi gal K: Huh! And we do it like huh!!! B: They should know K: Oh! B: That's right!!! K: Yeah, ok, a yagga
precedent, and most of you catz can't handle it, This world is grimy, a str8 toilet, your swimming in shit, I leave the seat fresh, nice feces and
My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers I have chosen Prodigy, Havoc the Rhyme Son, Spice motherfuckin' 1 2Pac, Eiht
my head to my toes, it's all real and you know Fresh and cool, it's just what I do T-R-U-E - J-A-C-K-S-O-N - V-P - change it up Working at a grown
(puff diddy) enough already now its p. diddy still sound shitty. how your can your group be called "the band" no body plays and instrumant man. i dont play, b2k