Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - Cypress Hill (King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx! [King
it out Makin' rhymes, screem and shout King of the mic I rock I know how to turn you on just like a light I'm number one and I'm the one King AdRock
the sounds.. as we take you onnnnnn down.. to the lasssssssssssst STOP! [Chorus: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 4X)] Come on everybody, let's all get down [Run] K-k-k
Ah, ah, yeah [Chorus x2] [R.A. in the background] Slick Rick The Ruler, where's the vocals yo? Come in here Yeah, yeah, yeah Ah-ah-ah, check out this
you ain't each spit the mack out Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot, where the
Oh oh oh Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to f**k with them aliens I'm just tryin to mate like a f**king australian Dreams of f**king Mrs. Sarah Palin
Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man I represent the 7-1-3, nigga Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro 3-2
for shrimp and steak Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car Somebody shouted out, "I
Baker:] I'd give it to you if I could [e) Brain Damage] [Mike Baker:] The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head [Jim Roberti:] Stoned out
outta my mouth Kickin' that gangster shit, boy, it pays And if you got the Buddah, then motherfucker blaze And hit it for the city of Compton Shouts goes out
, I be getting cake BITCH, Niggas talk about me when they see me never say shit, Shout (to) that nigga Puffy cause that Loco got me wasted, Standin' on the top just blackin' out
for you to understand That nothing can f**k with the kid, Let me say it again! The Broad Back B, Busta Bust back to put out the trash And just for the
pa Still push the truck with the factories pa I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout [Flava Flav] D.C. (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) U.K
bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad Boys
Its Kells I'm Bout To Get Shit Crackin Much Love To All The Playas That Be Mackin Middle Finger To Fake Niggaz That Be Actin But Shout Out To All My Bitches