than clothes, bitch you wrong (that's just dead wrong) And your ass up in the club screaming, that's my song (That's my song!) Stupid ass! [Chorus] Cause you got too many babies
a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The
black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin' on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on You can admire, but don't look too
baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking This is for the radio Mr. D.J Me
So many other brothers gone from this dimension And none of those who got hurt receive a pension Give a bup, bup, to those locked up in detention Memories too many
gravy nigga. Believe it. You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker. (It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag. (click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look) [Baby
the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin [LL Cool J
need to lie I buried many, still many wanna die I zone out crazy, starin' don't faze me Got your whole strategy shook, it's too daisy Most thugs front
[Lil' Keke] It's all gravy, we don't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we
is he good? "Broken down to his very last compound!" - KRS-One [Verse Two] Check it I'll make the "Speed" like I'm, Keanu Reeves But too many "True
at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin [LL Cool J
need to lie I buried many, still many wanna die I zone out crazy, starin' don't faze me Got ya whole strategy shook It's too daisy [Chorus] Clack, relaod
