wake up, Jimmy Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no obligation Let me start to rock this mic Now the polar bear hybernates And, and what was going through your
thing for me to put it down You jumpin out your draws for this bitch from down south Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air Now tip the cup,
$hort from oakland Just like a tag team wrestling tip With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught If your
Niagara-falls Dropped my drawls and the bitch said, ?Shit? Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass dick It?s like a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast From the tip
it ain't no thing Your game is workin', but I got the last virgin But they game is strong and they tongue is long You doin' the slurpin' while
my condition This madness shoots me Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie I'm a trap without a spring A temple with no God A jack without an ace The tip of your tongue
[Keith's rhyme] Baby, can you feel my love? I got my shorts on- And I'm taking them off Now when I saw your face I'm a believer Hey what you got the keys
patrol my family Your fantasy back in the day was to be native But now your shit's sedated I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy But some pretend to be, a bit seditty Your
fast asleep in your arms I woke up in bed I was waitin' for you I was sat in the sun I could picture your face On the tip of my tongue Woke up laughing
sparkle in your eye Means you are giving me some kind of hint I'm ready, I'm willing, I'm able In fact those words are at the tip of my tongue Eagerly
you And the hoe know every move I make This nigga must think I'm dumb Getting' the numbers out my phone All around hoe navi - gaty (navigator) lickin' out his tongue
flower, he just came home, he on like a fuck Did a dime for holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip He
this is your time this is your time this is your brain (never known such intensity) Fine this is your line this is your mind this is your brain (now
needle so shoot it [Black Thought:] Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit most wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with it just slightly might miss it when I blast through your
swallow When you're choking on your pride So I asked myself, "Do I love you so much That I'm willin' to let you go?" And at the tip of my tongue the
Blood on your tissue that's ill so chill And when you come back you better come back even harder Praise to the man upstairs, yes the father Positive tip
spark? {"Put some money on it"} Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Your words so feint they collapsed in your lungs Put some bass in your voice
what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk