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Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body
In the studio tryna
representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features
in his grave

And the dogs are on the road
They're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here comes Mrs. Hairy Legs

I saw
Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And the dogs are on the road
We're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here comes
You're giving out
I open doors so I can shut your face
Know your place.

Boy/Girl (girl)
Boy/Girl (girl)

When a boy meets a girl
Boy/Girl (girl)
your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now everybody listen to flav
If you don't listen to me you will end up in your grave
grave 

Walk away me boy walk away me boy
And my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And raise what's left

Boy/Girl

U2

Boy

U2

1980

Boy-girl, boy-girl 
When a boy meets a girl 
Boy-girl 

Finding out 
I'm finding out the things 
That I've been talking about 
I'm finding all
Boy-girl, boy-girl 
When a boy meets a girl 
Boy-girl 

Finding out 
I'm finding out the things 
That I've been talking about 
I'm finding all
went down and dug your grave
If I live right and be right honey, I'll join you somewhere someday

One more time boy... (guitar solo)
Well you know I
grave 

Walk away me boy walk away me boy
And my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And raise what's left
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
We're astonished and amazed
We are silenced by Your wondrous grace
You have saved us
You have raised us from the grave
And we are speechless in Your
Till anybody came around
Welcome... It's here

Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story
"Now in stores"
Make us
bedroom grave
And I was paid
With the shadow of consensual rape

Your ransom note
Is quoted by
Your death and
Birth certificates
And all of your
Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right
Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights

When civilization falls in its grave
Technology
said, choir boys surround you
It's a compliment, I swear

And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down
I wanna hear you sing the praise
I said, ashes
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
Sleep would have its way
And night would fall upon us all

But I believe you can overcome my economy
You can dig me out of the grave
I believe you
still try to copy
I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy
Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em
Till they found out your new
And all dressed up in springs and clothes
The briar and the rose

And when I'm buried in my grave
Tell me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make
when you've pulled the release
When the sound of the thunder has drowned out the pleas
'Cos after all that was your idea of peace
When we all fall down
me, lord 
Call me crazy but strangely I love the odds 

[Chorus]

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers 
Calling out my name to bring the boy