Hang in there Superman You always came out fighting at the bell Hang in there Superman One billion grown-up children wish you well Hang in there Superman
We're J.J. Fad and we're here to rock Rhymes like ours could never be stopped See, there's three of us and I know we're fresh Party rockers, non-stoppers
? Jorma: No. The game's on. Kiv: Oh, I almost forgot. I'll be right there. We like sportz and we don't care who knows From shooting hoops, to the Super
it goes We want your mind to blow, baby When you free your mind and let it float Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just let us hang with you Hangin
I guess I'm hanging out alone, And I'm selfish to complain, Cause you've always got the best excuse. There's no use in forcing you to stay- (You'd kick
I'm in a daze J-Bar Soulja Boy Tell'em SOD Money game Southern Smoke Chorus: Roscoe Dash Man im in a daze, walking round, round in a maze there's
like snitches out there droppin' dimes, Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next black panther [Dee] I hang with blacks and you hang
nigga Ol' pretend nigga Smile and grin nigga I hate a false niggas Diana Ross nigga So if ya lost nigga Meet tha boss nigga He's a super nigga
I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot Like I said homeboy, ?All I got is top notch" Gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop I'm the super player
perms and curls Get naked and do that girl Keep it right there I got on in the chamber I aim it at your face and then squeeze the trigger Can you hang
Cezhan Ambrose Chess-T-BunZ: Me and my girls were looking for the party Sippin on Shirls, Cherry 7, no Bacardi There's that new club in town (the Ass
Rockin' off beat with a smile or smirk Or chuckle, yet some are not up to Cypress Hill Posse, so I love to Step in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
I still do You'll never fill my shoes, my Superman costume Doesn't even fit you, they don't feel you You're taking this shit too far Who do you think you are? Hang
be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman Superman
in his head But don't be mislead, 'cause breakbeats are dead I'm not the Biz, who runs around with Super Pro Keds I'm just a cool brother who hangs
what I'm sayin' Talking about homeboys and the fly young ladies Men, woman, sons, daughters and the little-bitty babies Speaking on the Def Jams everybody's be-bopping Super
waayay Mareykan waa laga soo waayay Mareykan waa laga soo waayay Wanagii orodnee nabad barinee Mareykan waa laga soo waayay Mareykan waa laga soo waayay Mareykan waa laga soo waayay There
boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super
