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You think it ain't? 
Turn off the gas and get some cookin' class. 
It takes more than a hat to call yourself a chef, uh. 
Show a little self-control
the little skillet pot

Well, did you ever take potatoe cake
And boxty to the school
Tucked underneath your oxter with
Your books, your slate and rule
And when
Ever since I was a little young-a
I always had a rhyme that I flung-a
Any situation that you brung up
Black Eyed Peas will shake a party like thunda
other choice except to get a little love 
We rise above 
We be fittin' like a glove 
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy 
We have no other
the little skillet pot

Well, did you ever take potatoe cake
And boxty to the school
Tucked underneath your oxter with
Your books, your slate and rule
And when
your lovin' wife.
Catch more fish than you.
Any fish bite, got good bait.
Here's a little somethin' I would like to relate.
Any fish bite, you've got
want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist
Here's a little somethin for you all to remember Kris, and remember this
I am no pessimist, more of an optimist
alright (alright)

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never
skillet, to all that shit you say you do (KI-KILL IT!!!) 
You yappin? Irkin me and back slappin 
You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (GUESS
more fish than you
Any fish bite, got good bait
Here's a little somethin' I would like to relate
Any fish bite, you've got good bait
I'm a-goin'
on the tongue, I get impatient
To taste a little more, little more, little more, a little more

I like to watch you stir, I like the motion of your
Side
a skillet at it and then she scissored 
And run back in up on the hide-a-bed 
'Bout that time a little trap door opened up 
Little stair steps come down
a ship, I could not reach her shore 
We're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor

Well, swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o 
Swing
a ship, I could not reach her shore 
We're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor

Well, swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o 
Swing
a ship, I could not reach her shore 
We're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor

Well, swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o 
Swing
to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried more, more
more turkeys than bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes 
Motherfucker I'll be in Baghdad

[E-40]
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
bad, you're so hardcore
Pull me down here on the killing floor

[Chorus:]
Little by little we cross the line
Little by little the ties that bind
time, little more time

I'll wait
Just a little more time
I'll wait
Just a little more time

I'll wait by the window, I'll wait by the door
To make sure
more that I can do 
Than to fall a little more in love with you 

Here we are and we're paper dolls 
And we're side by side 
Here we are on the magic
Oh babe
Why no I'll take
Just a little bit more
Just a little bit more
And time
Time goes
Time goes slowly by
When I know that it can fly
gonna split it
The type of nigga work that bitch like it's a skillet
Sold them more water, stretching like it's elastic
Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it
you here by me because

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more and more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe,