change I'm like a broken bill Conservative for the most But I'm out spoken still They not sure it'll work But their all hopein' He'll Emerge the victim My words are
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
[Drake] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
In the same breath, they hate you your old news Then they beg you to play old school Then they want it back like it was / what to do? Like before, they get bored; keep score
'em, that's what these hoes yellin' I'm a pimp by blood, not relation, y'all still chase on I'll replace on, punks, drunk of Dom, silk and gators Spittin' words
come Attention all personnel Cypress, Cy-Cy-Cypress Hill, Cy-Cy-Cypress Hill Oh what? Oh what? Attention all personnel Cypress Hill Oh what? Cypress
, I want it all I recall the words from Jesus, you are the juice Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it Let these words stick, you
do is just say hello Oh, those were the days, they certainly were It's hurtin' me to know that I'll be closin' that curtain for good Word, word, word, word, word, word, word
you know I'd like to stick you in, stick you in They're all sacred songs They're not easily won You know the words just seem to live on The thoughts are
, you know what I mean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something You know what I mean? A little Butter crunch joints or something You know what
, recount-the-tale bullshit Can just destroy me 'Cause what we say is what we seek What we seek is what we get What we get is what we give I can't give
hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5 Soul Not no bootleg treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up Word to life, word is bond, word to God I'm like the
chit or chat her body looks (log?), kinda good, yeah, but as for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson, told her to beat it I said, what
promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off I used the word
[Intro: Raekwon] Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the flo' Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my