Lyrics:
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
every night
And the boys line up, wanna be her man
And all the boys go (Mm mm) when she walks by
Rockin' like a woppin' boppin'
Doo-wop singin' popper
coke and catch the wave
Niggaz be scared to listen some dared but didn't prepare so they can't
Some drop dead and faint
This is The Unholy, preachin'
as the Ill Fresh Juice-school
There was DJ Swagg, Cut Master Cool B, and my mind was Melly Mel and Biz Markie
We were only and just young, so who would've
and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)
Pow Wow (Crowd repeats)
G-L-O-be
Cold 187um ]
So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level
We gon' put some mega shit together
Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin like this
[
The one's doin all the extra shit be the ones tellin all the lies
I'm 2 steps ahead and I stay ready you ain't gonna catch me by surprise
Keepin it
may know me from 'Rockin' With Biz Markie'
Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky
You might have seen in some videos with other folks
Sittin
it spinnin' doing 720's
When this beat knock, all the ladies gonna drop it from me
Look, I ain't rocking Gucci or no Fendi, nigga
MCM be on my waist
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
thing,
a little tan-legged Georgia dream,
She's a rockin' them holey jeans.
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday,
You know, words got it, there's gonna be
I contain the heat
Rockin' my plain white tee yeah
Plain white tee yeah
Rockstar life rockin' my plain white tee
No need to be fancy
Cuz Ima still be
carolling
There's plenty of pumpkin pie left by the way
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
Have a happy holiday
Do you mind Melvyn?
Everyone's dancing
There's no way you can doubt me
I enjoyed this verse, but now I'm out G
They stayin' around the block, tellin' me to come
Some' like 8 o'clock, but you know
mates, some games, red cups
And we kill this sh**
Damn right we do
Drinking way too much like we're back in high school
Dancing by myself in this packed
What you thought it was?
I just popped 5 percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waitin'
a nigga whip like Hicks (On god)
Call me 21 cuz I'm finna step on a nigga
I got some timbs on I ain't rockin' ricks (I ain't rockin ricks)
All these suckas
to bleed
Forever to bleed
I'm gonna be there (I'm gonna be there)
I'm gonna be there (I'm gonna be there)
I'm gonna be there (I'm gonna be there)
I'm
and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)
Pow Wow (Crowd repeats)
G-L-O-be
and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)
Pow Wow (Crowd repeats)
G-L-O-be
If the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long
some way, there ain't no pay (uh)
It's the same game, from my town to your town
from L.A. to Chi-Town, Baghdad (that's right)
To the rebel we deliver
look...now there’s alotta niggas born scrubs (yea!)
And they be fakin’ like they on drugs (yea!)
And they be screaming gang gang...but they wouldn't gangbang
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about
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