Lyrics:
Crowe, homie, I am thus
Try and touch, I ain't bust, they ain't loud as us
Gettin' mine a must
Two plates at the table with the higher-ups
Checks
exactly poor but I'm certainly ain't rich
I'm gonna preach it right don't bother call me hypercrit
Don't want hear Tony Butler me no check fe critic
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, she's
wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all
Check this out
I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping fucking with this
this but
I'll share it witch'all check this out
I slid up in a party
Where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping fucking
With this hood rat
My
but we not makin' no G's
And that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's
[Xzibit]
From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee
"From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee" [Scratched by Tony Touch]
[Defari]
Danger
gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch
Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
this machine in the ground (let's touch each other and feel each other down)
Say, we need to say what we mean (let's razzmatazz and all that jazz)
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
recreation but I'm good in the bed (good in the bed)
Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!)
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!)
But I don't wanna
Hammer fly, you can't touch
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I'm naughty by nature like I'm
comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder
she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's getting hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be
Hey quien es? Es Tony Touch
Y Dj Premier
El hijueputa se puso las botas
Arrepiéntete, que yo soy Lucifer
Tu sabe que si y nadie me quiere ver
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (here we go now)
Everybody's in a rush to try
this for the youth
One more time
Sean Paul:
A dutty yeah
Shaggy:
Shaggy
Chorus
Brian and Tony Gold:
Hey sexy lady, I like your flow (Yeah Yeah)
Your
I'll never meet
Sent a check in the mail to buy them something to eat
What will you do to make a difference, to make a change?
What will you do to help
say I'm just p-noid
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
My heartbeat's pumpin' like something ain't right
Oh, what's goin' on?
When I go
Tee Ty
She’s on fire (Lyrics)
(Chorus)
She’s on fire(Tony Hills)
She’s like the stove and the plate’s on high
Ashes every time she walk by
You
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
four in ya
One handstand on top of yo ninja
Crash it, doc stir the madness
'Til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
baby this our fuckin job
(Ross) i can meet her today
(today) , be in love by tonight (night)
You can bet by tomorrow
(morrow) , she'll be traffickin
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