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the spot so so give us room
We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle
I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than
the spot so so give us room
We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle
I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming

You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
Open the door, hinged on reality
There's more than the floor, there's the sky, Spirituality?
Maybe, who knows, time to get free.
I care about you
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want
Boy I want to impregnate?
Dr. Dre said Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)
I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty (OK!)
Well since age 12 I felt like
town

(fast-paced rock)
Hey, this is what I like
Cut my heart with a martyr's spike
Hey, this is nothing new
I've got more than enough for you
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
more respect than any rapper
I'm Nick Saban in Alabama
I got guns but not for cameras
The new man up in Atlanta
I'm the strap on your lap
I'm
(uh, everybody now, *chanting*)

[Verse 3]
A big ego crushin', MC's fussin'
More lines in my face than a sunburn rushin'
Hardly ever speakin', girl's be
the same
I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I can't get no peace
I'm makin more than the chief of police
I'm

Too $hort
The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than
C-double-oh-L V
Drumroll V

It's a different kind of sound that's in the air
It's not shots, firecrackers,
get you far
2000 Overnights later 'n' I'm still not on the radio

Got a new Best Friend
He was more than Sittin' In
'N' we were makin' our mark
the same
I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin' the game
And you wonder why I can't get no peace
I'm makin' more than the chief of police

I'm Short,
Christ above that's the worst I've seen in more than seventeen
Somebody says I think I remember him now
Used to see him hanging round but it's hard to be
than radio metal 
And she's so good 
But, she's no good for me 

Oh, Miss Delaney 
What's the matter? 
You waited by the window 
(You waited by
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's
Aiyyo, what the fuck is this shit that y'all are listenin to
Nowadays on the radio man? you call that shit hip-hop?
That's some faggot bitch shit
drive your taste buds crazy

[Chorus]
Like lemon drops with chocolate kisses
Every bite is more delicious
My favorite flavor
(Mix me and you and we
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard
the crip walk
And get caught by yourself on a crip block
The cheese be gotsta be more than just our noodles & meat on our pasta
See through in imposta,
Uh go Macy!

You tell me so much that I know it by heart
How to taught me everything and took me to the top
I'm higher than the mountains over
of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station
frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit