take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo Port Au Prince I wanna catch a glimpse Everybody knows A little place like Kokomo Now if you
bitch fuck's my name na na Like I'm the bitch prada wan' pitch Rude gal, back court, big gun Big tings a'gwan like I'm undisputed Now y'all got to bow
the hospital By the doctor when I'm not co-operating When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause
white trash county kiss In '61, long brown hair and foolish eyes He looked just like you'd want him to Some kind of slick chrome American Prince A blue
Bristol Zoo to B&Q I wanna rap, I wanna rhyme Heard it in a song, now I'm into gun crime It's a sign of the times like Prince changing his name You gotta
is this wonder, that love can make you feel? Am I deep now in slumber, or is my prince real? Now, now
my dreams behind, wonder who my prince will be? Chorus: What is this wonder, that love can make you feel? Am I deep now in slumber, or is my prince real? Now, now
On a chilly evening in the act of keeping warm Intuition told the prince of some impending harm And so he told his men what he had learned Using slickly
dude, shit's real You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for
way, we tryin' to stack 30s Now back it up, for he send something back to you, ain't plan to defend Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize
the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin' proper I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now
[Scarface] It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's
for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme about fly bitches Dayton a Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was pat but now your bummin' smokes And now
to find Forgotten the taste and smell Of the world that she's left behind It's all about the exposure The lens I told her The angles were all wrong now
, get your money up (Stop playin' with yourself) Get your money up Get your money up, get your money up (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) [Keyshia Cole:] Okay now
For my number one I keep ya dumb fly Fresh to death you like after death I resurrected my gold Jesus of Nazareth Now we Fresh as a Prince while they
Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders You niggaz was cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now
[Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap