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by a wreckin' ball

Beer number 8, my favorite band is on
I bought a t-shirt
I want them to sign
Diving into the pit
On the dance floor
While
Scharzenegger, correcting shit in Total Re- 

call up E-D and the posse that's ten deep 

To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin MC 

So step off cause you gets no
on the phone so he can
Make the call
I know you're clockin' the enemy
You should be clockin' the time
Checkin' records I'm wreckin' you
For defecting my rhyme
No
a pro, I be too much for you to cope 

[Chorus: x2]
We steady countin' our money, on a mission to ball 
All the things we dream we want to see before
the place is a sight

No more reason to be pleasin', rocket blast, rock it down, rock on 10
Tomorrow might never come again

Let's have a wrecking ball -
the place is a sight

No more reason to be pleasin', rocket blast, rock it down, rock on 10
Tomorrow might never come again

Let's have a wrecking ball -
Hey Mister prankster prankster
Story book gangster
Back in 86 you wore pumps and masscara
Down did the motherfuckin wreckin crew bid
But once
freedom, but there's only one who can break
This ball and chain

In the middle of the night, wakened by the wind
Or did I hear it call my name like
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off

Don't call it a comeback
Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat
abou tit 

What, yeah, now put ya hands up 

Uh, what, now put ya hands up 

Put ya hands up 

Now get ya back up off the wall 

[Sadat X] 

I'm
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off

Don't call it a comeback
Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat
to back up what you preach
BLINDED YOUR BLINDED
The time will come when someone calls your bluff
Your gonna burn, enoughs enough
CAUSE YOU ARE BLINDED BY
and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon 
So step up and get your fronts cracked 
by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her
ain't even 15, so when i turn 16
I'm'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
My team was da wreckin' crew, like juice
The type of niggas on our side do,
love our music slowed down by screw

[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys

[Lil' Flip]
look on the end of the handle you'll find attacked two tens

There's a phone number on the back of the shovel of a dear friend of days gone by
Call
day around the way, hey

[Chorus: 1x]

[Verse 3]
You know I gotta get props, I can't stop, wit out y'all
I be nothin, no wreckin, no checkin, no rhymin,
Is that right?

[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers

[Too Black
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds 
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money 
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10 
In
south of the Rio
Bring the girls have a ball up all night no last call
Then sleep in until ten wake up and do it all again
Good friends are good for
out for that whistle call
And duck when you see that wreckin' ball


And hey, bob, don't light that match, we could explode
I'll move some dirt while
and our fairy wrens

[Chorus: x2]
Yes he's mortified and we all regret 
That we Left his balls with the family vet


How he's highly sought by
It's the fat mac dope
Like an 8Ball, that's why
People call me that
Some used to call me Mr. Big
But I had to flip
Now they call me Mr. Ruffle
Cuz
one counts
Call another huddle, we're down by six
The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
But he's so god damn high, that he's trips
Falls
[Chorus: x2]

Aye yo I used to begin love with the girl named E. Bridget
Had a crush on Puffy fat ass like a midget
Rollin' with them kids call 'em