the 4's all over the floor, he's flashin his chain's, he's flashing his dough, he drinkin the Fifths, then drinkin them all, but what you don't know
the 4's all over the floor, he's flashin his chain's, he's flashing his dough, he drinkin the Fifths, then drinkin them all, but what you don't know this
4's all over the floor, he's flashin his chain's, he's flashing his dough, he drinkin the Fifths, then drinkin them all, but what you don't know this
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
this record about ten times The rap game's hijacked Black people don't own shit The rap game's hijacked Check it R&B's hijacked Black acting is hijacked
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
celebratin' Eazy's victory, blowin' my week And well it ain't that easy, being Krayzie Bone Temptations battlin' and persuasion's rattlin' my brain Won't go insane I'm thinkin' that's
ain't never scared You heard what Lil' Mark said D4L put it down, radio gotta play it Still on that front street Fuckin? with them young G's Cicero,
So I don't give a fuck about MTV Or any radio station, they won't play me They own kids give me spins on tapes and CD's Infamous First Infantry tee's
I got that coming right up for you. Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you wanted. [Caller:] Double-u boom boom b baby! [Bridge:] (
don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B Money in my pocket's all I ever need It was me, Fred B and Freddy Brack Dipped the
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort It all started back when C and H Went to T, B, tryin' to playa hate I flipped
in my senior year at Columbia High I dropped out of High School when i got signed B.o.B was the name, i ain?t like Bobby Ray cos i was ashamed But you
s that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica 'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
heated So won't you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy And I can't get enough [Verse 1] (It's him) With the B-to the Double O-M You can feel the
