motion to cure my illz she's got skillz skillz girl has it goin' on she's got skillz work her booty all night long she's got skillz makes me
Akon, Plaaay-N-Skillz yeaahh, yeahhh, [Chorus: Akon] Girl it ain't a lie U got them angel eyes U make me wanna bring out The devil inside The
smoke-smoke the mic-mic, I Chech and Chong you You don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn I know I got skillz man, I know I got skillz man Surprise
can't back it up with lyric Build ya skillz But rappers talk too much shit And can't back it up with lyric Build ya skillz Rappers talk too much shit
No doubt Mad Skillz for the nine five shot son Yeah, forever people wreckin' shit Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker The cordless
microphone disease and i don't joke when it's time to go to work whack emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerked in the cypher mad skillz gets hyper
on There's t'yon, the baddest dip in the place I'm checkin for her, but her ugly ass friend all in my face "ain't you mad skillz? " yeah and
On the real, I freak techniques and beats in my sleep The mack back in action show skills when I speak Watch my leak when I bring it to your face I still
'm ghost Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos You get ill on skillz? come on, don't jet Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest Skillz
* This version has the names censored, no other version exists "Mad Skillz" "On the real" "I'll probably make more money off your album than you
don't knock, I run up in your spot First you up in the watch, smack you twice First one got the cheeks stinging, the second (one) was light Any mc steals rhymes from skillz
breakin' club shakin' beat for this year Yeah, so peep the steelo and the flow I gotcha head noddin' 'cuz your neck already knows So pass the mic and watch Skillz
me is like giving bird to a fucking dinosoure Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn So how you gon' rap the microphone and come weak in a motherfucking rock spearm Mad Skillz
that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Uhh, Mad Skillz
[mad skillz] Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together My click stick together, mic
pictures When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab You either true fat or cut the flab On the microphone hot it's Skillz
" Like Mos & Beyonce, I keep y'all guessin' Plus my ass ain't "independent" no more, "Question:" (I'm focused man), a sick MC And (y'all don't wanna fuck with me) Got skillz
of my tongue Chorus: mad skillz (repeat 4x) Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung) [mad skillz] Check
