Yes, running heavy Back like 8 track, woo We always step to the stress with much finesse Flip first to the sweatin', you're my second guess We double
way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know Verse One: Puff Daddy I looked back and saw
clever I love'em all and they know that's true So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you Freeze motherfucker Get on your knees,hands behind you back
get Like oh shit, he's so handsome Still in demand in the longest run standin' Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Do that track and I'm bound to counterattack you Where they at? Bring it back, beat it, move it over here Move it, do it like we know it could be done
get a wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys, they like
dead I'll be mellow when I'm dead I'll be mellow when I'm dead I can't stand the smell of incense I don't really like to jog No Joni Mitchell 8-tracks
rift raft Turned into a machine all im seein is pitch black They aint never gunna stop me Never forget that All they can do is watch me like eyelids peeled back
the mirror, check no liar still like that butterfly like Mariah show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like
but I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like
that? We get that, We in that, we run that, we bus' back, We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more, Back for more.. [Verse 8 - Mack Maine] Michael
never liked disco We like pop, we like soul, we like to rock But we never liked disco We like pop, we like soul, we like to rock But we never liked disco
why it took so long for me to hit the top Ask Nuck, I don't back down from shit I was small as a bitch I ain't back down from wick I slung eye with
so loud that they voices crack Just like that; she never met a jerk like I Told me that she love it when I sport my tie with a t-shirt on like that is
You are now in tune to the smooth sounds of track boy musica?¦ You know what this is, My name J-Kwon... I went and got my man Andy Whitey x8 (Track
dues, now it's back to ballin' My raps are pouring dead men, I get the casket for 'em I'm back performing, I bag 'em, break they back, don't call 'em
. Meth and Doc 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 DJ scratch on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your motha fuckin' back 1, 2, 1, 2 Ah yo, yo My lyric is 8
blows the discotheque I pose the threat, like an Arabian, blowin up your stadiums My milky styles flows Canals like Panama So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like
