get me before I finish my rap Think your shit don't stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on Everybody's on the line outside
I finish my rap Think your shit don't stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! -busta rhymes chorus- Everybody's on the line outside
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Think your shit dont stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! [Busta Rhymes chorus] Everybody's on the line outside
I finish my rap Think your shit don’t stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! -busta rhymes chorus- Everybody’s on the line outside
, just because?" Then they started to take back their clothes Hang 'em on the line It was January the thirtieth And everybody was feelin' fine That next day everybody
Happen To Em The Club V.I.P. Yeah Im Cooling In The Back While You Freezing Outside On The Line In Ya Jacket J-Fox, Black Ceazer. Audi Rob Is On The
Create Death story two The story is true, so let?s party for the furor we say And everybody come outside, 'cause it?s Queens Day kid Queens Day Cash made on
'll broke up bummer i mean if it's cool like we can go and chill or som, straight drop I've got a gotta crush on you crush on you x3 Shit what you waiting
to get it Rap gone get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigga thinkin' he Schwarzenegger Fools don't take him I took him across the liver Keep Lloyd line on
So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music up As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K
dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm actin' a fool Like a three o'clock bully, waitin' after school Punks, I've been in this line for hours I
into my suite, order somethin' to eat Knockin' at my door, it's another lil' freak Right up the hall on the same flo' You could stand in line and run a train on
our back bump To take back what we once had We don't give a damn about the enemies Send they out to Baghdad They put a nigga on the front line But when
everybody havin fun gotta roll wit it though cause everybody havin a guns just left the mall buyin everybody fresh kicks hit the club on em told em put us on
, music's off Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off (I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?) I'm on seven