Lyrics:
had a bite in three days
Well, I knew what he meant
But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein
And he's yellin' and screamin'
anything to be down
Two hundred million blind mice
Running through this town
[Shock-G]
Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man
Wears a gold Rolex and put
air, please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
In the belly of the beast, I'm bubbling up (uh-huh)
Running out of luck, 'bout to self destruct
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob,
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get
like a boss, smokin' like a chief
Smokin' out the pound lookin' like a reef
This shit put you down put yo ass to sleep
This shit have me buyin'
And he made a stop down the track
He sold his favorite leather hat
He told the man he won't be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score
But oh
nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states
She was three days late, two dollars short
And her eyes were red and blinkin'
Betty La Rue took a downer or two
And then she started drinkin'
What time of day is this? O you really look a mess
Clean down the tables and help out on the door
It’s just no good to me if you’re in ecstasy
and strong
Down the Nile
Plague, darkness three days long
Hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let
rapper"
And told 3H that told the heads of the Capitol
And right, the day I'm talking about, I planned out everything I was gonna do, man
I had picked
The clouds in the sky are all rushing by
A stare's just a backwards glance
The years and the days are all melting away
Yet you still won't take
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
again it's the team from before
Hit the ground running when we came through the door
Keep the crowd going every time we perform
Shout it out now if you
I want to go higher (x3)
I want to go higher (higher baby) (x2)
If I ever get down in the dumps
Short of a dollar nothin change for months
It
what we say
They would have to find me just to try me in the first place
This is the 414
Mazzy G and Spaidez are out my speakers when I'm door to door
just received his medal
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
you son of a hoe
I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four
3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue
Pull it out and smack
went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase that was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid Pulled out my smith n wesson
Yes my shiny
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
yeah
I'm a go-getter, nigga, being down never fazed us
Used to get it off the RAZR
I'm a pioneer in the A, sir, don't be fooled by this blazer
Send
had locked me out, I turned to you
So open the door.
You're all I need right now its true.
Nothin' works like you.
Little louder [Repeat: x3]
Knockin'
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