Ha, ha, listen, you know I do it for the ladies. Lambourghini Moss and uh see. I done had my share with the right but um. Look there's something about you, baby.
Nine-six, it's Da Brat, nigga.. We jackin' these niggas for they beats and shit.. Ya know what I'm sayin'?. Put this shit in ya mothafuckin' mouth....
They can only leave to live. the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic. Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics. I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash.
[Featuring Krayzie Bone]. Somebody call the cops.. Let 'em know the funk bandit's back. With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat. The funk keeper.
I can't remember last time I thanked you,. Keeping my distance unintentionally.. Too close for comfort, just ain't close enough.. If I could have more time we would brainstorm..