heart My one life for sure Lemme tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) And I'ma be your
(Shut up x4) Ayyy, girl, what's your name? My name? Glad I came Your frame is so insane Got me numb like Novocain Damn girl, you're a freak I'm a beast
that little boy Terrified of the world, now I'm on a world tour I will give up everything even start a world war For these ghetto girls and boys, I'm
the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows
live it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin' on your tape or CD The girl-boy
words You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb 'Cause I was, just checking you, wasn't disrespecting you Lips so sexual while your friend protecting you Baby girl
like postin big boy bail and If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail He ain't even like that tell your momma chill The way my folk kick it we can
she like my swag pull up 6's on my vehicle GA to VA, Cali girl love me, Brooklyn girls hug me Miami girls sexy, pull up in the stretchy Jean Paul flexing
'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls
true heart When we would fight He would always go down quick So he took karate And he still got his ass kicked But now he's married And he kicks his
But this bitch aint soft Make your next call Might a new some weak niggas Straight to your chicano connect Said they would flip the boy for girl
Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
. E. Dog the break - Kick it ! Verse five: Like me if ya want'a. Diss me if you're gonna But my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner
and no joke Half of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke I got into this hip-hop game Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never
gem correct One thing that I got you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl
Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin' ass In any form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the
ain't conceited, I'm just convinced Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? ) kicker Watch your girl
