next Flip mode squad album the ruler ship album (Okay, okay) I wanna plug the next busta rhymes solo lP anarchy And I?m pluggin? the outsides (Hey, dey
where I had the deal Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger I guess that?s the reason why a nigga stay baller (Hey) (Hey, hey) Yo, ain?t no nigga
William Shakespeare and shit Word is Bond checkin' me out Hey what you talkin' about? You lost and walkin' about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin' it out Hey
Yo yo.. [Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck] [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Luck's the name [L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs [R] HEY LADIEEEES
up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust
t nothing but a party hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Hey
, you love the booty Hey, freak come here and let me wax your booty Too short don't stop, too short don't stop Too short don't stop the beat Hey yo,
up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet Speedin' like car racin', cream like carnation Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin' Hey old lady
burns hon. I'm doin' it For my niggas in the oak-land where I plan my escape from traits of empty Crates and busted grapes are not Part of the gomay hey
mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it You gotta ride it baby, Busta bust Mr. Smith Flip mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song Ladies
cause Serch is your father Screamin' "Hey ladies", why bother? Sons, slim ones flee from the 3rd Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the throat Young useless, lyrically careless Rhyme
brains See crime is life and life is crime But what would life be without a reel life rhyme Not real life All the base heads on the corner ran Then a lady
s The s one w Brothers and sisters Come away for the s The s one w On time cause he busta rhymes a hard rhymer On time cause he busta rhymes a hard rhymer
[Radio DJ] Hey DJ (I'm your radio) It's a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill
Now you know your letters, Learn your numbers! Right after this beverly hill cop part (ooohhhhhh) Now When I say 'hey!' y'all say 'Ho!' 'Hey!' 'Ho!' 'Hey
the chill of thrill from B.B. King Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MC I bust a grill, and the reaction I check Inspect, make sure the head
crazy You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right