Hey, let me in. Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, let me in, let me in I had a mind to try to stop you. Let me in, let me in I've got tar on my feet and I can'
Hey, let me in. Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, let me in, let me in I had a mind to try to stop you. Let me in, let me in I've got tar on my feet and I can't
me) She's loving me (She's loving me) She's loving me (My baby loving me) She's loving me (L-O-V-E loving me) She's loving me (Hay) loving me She's
got great hips bug out!! Go on homeboy and grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E
, ya hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar an' let your body rot 'Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard Call me The Ice or just The Iceberg Evil E
'? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got your back Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me Once again, I'm
look shit, your'e a tramp! I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me I swear down these Niggers make me
Every single girl should embrace their inner freaky freak Don't be scared, don't be shy, yes, you gotta let it be I can give instructions if you like to, like to hear me speak Let me see those handcuffs off Let me
get yo' ass in and let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E
, it's the Roc I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you
whole world So go to hell and build a snowman girl The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
it where you at But all I'm tryin' to say is you should know me like that I'm just sayin' (It's the R&B Killer) I'm just sayin' (You should know me like that) It's the R
over If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no
have a problem with me I fade it to black like church slacks Now I'm in the Range, no Cadillac So you don't want it with me I'm on the tip of your tongue
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G Word on the street girlfriend, he's stingy Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling I'm dreaming, somebody pinch me My presence
