) Hang it out.. let it all hang out (cause we got what ya like) Hang it out.. (let it all hang out) yeah, c'mon, hang it out Let it all hang out, hang it
it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost save it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean
or Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'm still good in
it Take it Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta,
I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo, swallow
a lump To this nigga name Peewee From the R I C H M O N D Bitch you can't hang with me 'cause yo ass is scandalous Bitch fuck it damn, that's the end
Beat your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament But you can smell it 'cause it sho' got a funky scent It's called
' till it comes out right And when it's beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll" I make another record and buy some gold I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself I'm like a
Food But I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A House Shoe Got My Education Without School Quiet As A Mouse Move But I Keep A
8 I done let a potent 4, Ima come down sip a deuce, let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice sittin sideways boys in a daze, on a Sunday nite I might brang
It's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican Gangster Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale Got those beats that thump
am? I'm the Mexican Gangster 27 Orale pues, it's me 28 The L-I-L R-O-B 29 Orale pues, it's me 30 The L-I-L R-O-B 31 Mexican Gangster numero dos 32
got it?) ("The Sneak Attack" - do you got it?) "Spiritual Minded," do you got it? (huh?) "Spiritual Minded," do YOU got it?! (Alright, check it out
like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under drama See
come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye It melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry
feel it Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler
up the funk But you gotta pay a lump To this nigga name Peewee From the R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D Bitch you can't hang with me cause yo ass is scandalous
your face Well it was a, amateur night, a group dressed in white Didn't think it was spectacular but they were alright Kept sayin to myself, I wish it
