Lyrics:
It's not long until your beat
And then it hit me (Damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped
You might think
explain)
I said (can't explain)
I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue
The things you've said, well,
why'all. You got three different
Types of nigga. First cat, as a youth is real wild and
For whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,
Cooled out. You
explain)
I said (can't explain)
I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue
The things you've said, well,
you can't arrest me I'm the Fresh Prince
I demand that you release me you incompetent fool
you can't arrest me I'm the Prince you know the rules
you got
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
the reason why the opps ain't got no frizziends (21)
Last nigga played with me got turned duppy
I ain't even roll him in the 'Wood 'cause he musty
You ask
is for the baller cats
All the cats
That want a bitch to lay on their backs
To hell with that
So Fox what you mean?
Bet I be a poor niggas dream
to drink and dance all night
An alley cat brawl in an old fist fight
Give me no lip boy or I'll kick you in the mouth
Watch you head fly north and your
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me we're goin' out
To catch
the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah
!
Well I got a nickle you got a dime
Lets get together and by some wine
Wine over here Wine over there
Drinking that mess everywhere!
Drinkin' Wine
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
And I'm high 'til I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't
you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think
car full
What? I got my nigga Kokane and Snoop
And Hi-Tek to make it gangster for you
It's gangsta
A-B-C-D-E-F
Take a look around it's only me
What would I do without your smart mind
Drawing me in, and you hearing me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's
outside
Yeah but every Friday weekend
when the big tom cat's away
you'll find the plantation shakin'
by the butler and the upstairs maid
Don't need no
happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
on a platter
Baby got a man Snoop Dogg, shit it don't matter
Ooh, ahh, Snoop dizzy gots to get busy
Especially when I'm tippin
Look here, and all you niggas
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
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