lil mama baby u aint gotta stress [ja rule] stress [fat joe] stress [both] oooo weeee [ja rule] yes i kno you love L-O-K-I [fat joe] and C-O
yeh wateva So break em off a lil somefin high yo its ma pleasure, forever Im high off da zig-zag smoke thru da city where i roam, and i call it home
time to be wild, freestyle It's on 'n' poppin', ain't no stoppin' us from rockin' From tonight to ten o'clock in the morning Got neighbor's knockin' (Turn it down) Fuck 'em, go call
me in the Bronx strollin Down the muthafuckin street, holdin Nothin but mothafuckin heat Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns Some (S-S-S-O-O-O
dance-dance a fi lock Girl follow back a we We have e'rething pon cock Can't chant to we We start dance from 19-o-long Pick a only firefighter a we collect
a freak drawers. I'll have her bouncin' back like Dominique Dawes. Yeah! But I ain't stuntin' these hoes I been pimpin' since Hulk Hogan was N.W.O. Yeah! I'm wild
plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope (What up cuzin'?) With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R, N, O,
! Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you nigga! Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?! Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka! Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da
Woody, from the east to da west we roll [Verse 1] Now when I do this thang ima do it wild And I ain't Rakim but I can move da crowd And when I'm having
freeze Get down and lay down, draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
, da da da da, da da da da Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da, da da da da, da da da da, da da da
a militant menace Who serve heads like tennis with words that diminish Bust the scrimmage, I call the high post play Dish off to the center fo' da quick
in this club 'Bout to get bent in this club 'Bout to get wild in this club [2x] [Verse 1 - R. Kelly] Now Im about to show ya how wild it get When a girl
voyage is good, then this fall I will do it; I wants two pound ten for a ring and the priest, A couple o' dollars for clean shirt and collars, And a handful o
da world homie than life Gotta take da good wit da bad and take it stride Da right amount of pressure can make you commit suicide Imagine da pressure
love [10:40.40]Atlantis is calling S.O.S. for love [10:44.30]Atlantis is calling from the stars above [10:48.35]Atlantis is calling S.O.S. for love
peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son -Nas- G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With