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Phatt Aus Dem Bett (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Breathe In, Breathe Out (Larry Norman) · Breathe In. Breathe Out. (Kendall Schmidt) · Repaid in Full: The Paid in Full Remixes (Eric B. & Rakim) · Full of Light and Full of Fire (The Mendoza Line) · The Throes Remix Remix (Two Gallants) · Christmas with Mario Lanza [Germany] (Mario Lanza) · Mario Lanza: Original Soundtracks (Mario Lanza) · Tributo A Mario Quintero: El Papá De Los Pollitos (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mario Vazquez (Mario Vazquez) – and 90 other albums »


them with precepts
Rather than instruction
Full rule is an illusion (illusion)
All I can do is contain selfishness
And unveil what little power we
you do it alone
I need your help, so I can do it by myself
I need your help, so I can do it by myself
Do it alone, don't have to breathe down a phone
this is what I do)
(I'm of the) hood (This the remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up Hood (put em up, put em up, put em up)
My hood niggas can
the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side

Put your hands in the air
'm smooth and you can bet I
Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin
Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend hoein
And how do I know that she's
at all.....
Oh fairest bullet
Of the bullet race
How sweet thou art
And what taste
Oh my sweet lard
I see you make haste
Your fists are looking full
And there's
nothing left for me to do
I've an empty house, full of you

Pour myself a glass of wine
Let it breathe but I don't give it too much time
Take another
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side

Put your hands in the air
So many ladies (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo' real)
Ladies (Remix)

[Chorus]
it's the remix baby

Now let me get into it
And do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
God man

I'll be dumpin' and I eat
heart can feel

But how long the distance
Getting by and getting through
Your heart's strong insistence
Says that nothing else will do

But you could try
how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable
Better be a prisoner
The hit man is the
Brother wit' charisma

Showing you that
soul's invincible like Mario when he blinking
They see me full of joy like "I don't know what he drinking?"
Cup is full of living water bro I sip it
the suicide do's
Yeah, I'm the B.O.W
(Bow Wow)
W, oh, W, said I gotta

And I got a pocket full of dough, sold out shows
Steppin' out the Phantom wit'
With diamonds and TRU tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause
how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable
Better be a prisoner
The hit man is the
Brother wit' charisma

Showing you that
back into it
Now shake what she gave you, I'm talking bout ya mama
If you wont do it for me then do it for these dollas
Cause I'ma make it rain, these
of the past)
Hail the new puritan!
Righteous maelstrom
Cook one!

And all hardcore fiends will die by me
And all decadent sins will reap discipline
New
the lot to the bungalo 
Where I run up and hoes do shot right up the nose 
Come up with those, by the way now girl, now I know you ain't finished 
When
I ain't gonna lie
I can't even count the days
Or the many nights I tried living here alone
A heart full of pride
Couldn't see the enemy was me
I
it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
N do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
Garbage man
I'll be dumpin'
And I eat
the Sprinter Van
Run a full court game, no one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no
all a real song
Yeah
Let me get my key ahum

Well I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecoach full of feathers
all a real song
Yeah
Let me get my key ahum

Well I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecoach full of feathers