[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]. Ahahahaha. Minds start to freeze, at ease. Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez. Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz.
[intro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)]. Ahahahaha. Minds start to freeze, at ease. Its the wu-tang killa beez. Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz.
Oops, up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm in a bad mood, brooding like Achilles type attitude. Including a short fuse,. shitfaced, and pissy pants,. you better keep your distance.
Goose. Goose. . One shot. Two shot. Three shot. Four. Everybody on the Dance floor. One shot. Two shot. Three shot. Four. I'm drunk and I want some more.
Lets Go!. . Chorus. [If yous down motha fucka then throw your hands up. Get loose in the club were gonna tear the party up. Get Crunk! Get Crunk! x4] x2.
I seem to have gone insane. Broken. For a moment I thought you are mine. I don't wanna hear a thing. I just wanna flee this crowd. . Nothing here makes any sense.
Intro. . Oh yes this goes out to all my special ladies. holding it down whenever they around ya know. through the highs and lows cons and pros a good girls always there lets go.
Two times for the drummer, 'fore I start it I say, "Hit me!". Puba's kickin' flavor, and I brought somebody with me. Positive, the gentlemen, the rapper.
Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control. Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole. Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime. They gettin paid even if they shit is small time.
Rock this mic. Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke. Eazy E, Wiz, Block ENT. Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, let's go. . From the A all the way to Compton.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. All my ladies up, all my fellas up. Rudebwoy, yo, yo, yo, yo, get up. . Just 'cause I'm guilty.
(Intro). . They do more to the people than for the people They crash the economy like a vehicle. Seh dem a don and dem a dupes and dem a dadda. Inna the heart of the youths dem future yuh stick a dagger Let's do this brother.
Intro. Lawd-a-mercy. Well di 45 in concert dem soil gunman shirt it jus cant work. Lawd-a-mercy. Well me warn him and me tell him Ill nevva stop til di 45 smell him and.
It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all. We be on point wit' the joints. 'Cause we takin' no fall. So I'ma go for mine. (So son, go for yours). Yo, I'ma go for mine.
Down in Angola, twenty years of war. And it is not over. Down in Namibia, and don't forget. The ignoble South Afrikkkaners. Everyone wants to be the conqueror.
(Malaysian screams). Hubba Bubba Skayeahhhhhhhhh. (Retarted and Genetic diseased violins). I just want that coochie. gimme that gushy. i just want that coochie.
uh, i'm sorry shawty i don't mean no disrespect. but i just wanna be all out on you if you let me mate. let me see, let me see how far you can go. when i'll find her i'ma do her slow like.
Yeah, ok, I wanna know, will I ever fall in love. Are all the good girls taken off? off, off. I need, a diamond, the streets and the sheets. I need some money that I want me for me.
(Verse 1). Time and time days went by, I told myself. That i'm gonna throw my black book away (yeah). I never thought I would find you girl. You made a honest man outta of me, my playin day are over.....
Let this be the day that you change your life. Let me show you what a day without pain is like. Lets toast come close, baby, I don't bite. Plus I know you want a man that will treat you right.