Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks
fullest See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh We ghetto niggas can?t be stopped Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap
, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib
class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes
I'm on the laid back tip, I don't need to front Tell your man he don't want no problems Better let him know that I'm hard like J.E. album I'm just tryin
don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room And the next five
down More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what now With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be Well check out the J
your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This fatal dawg against everybody (it's on) Better be twenty-five once this shit
just because We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't play doh, dough And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show First five
in here, imma bring it back They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back Everybody knows CB see me, sittin' in the front row, playa Stuntin' with my J
[J-Kwon:] Ohhhhhhh J-Kwon New hot music Let?s go I mean you never Ever,Ever, Ever,Ever Ever gonna find another one like me. [Chorus: Joel Madden] Don
J.E. y'all Girl, I love the way you Love when you make them sounds, yeah That's how it's goin' down I love the way you It's for you, yeah, come on Said
This goes out to all them hustlers Everybody out there making them ends meet I ain't mad at'cha J E y'all, this goes out to everybody This goes out to
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes y'all Busta Rhymes in the place to be So so Def, Flip Mode, J.D., Jagged Edge, check it We keeps it hot to def you can't deny
the cassettes in the shells In the plush hotel after every show We were just kissing the mic, livin' the life Of MTV and the radio And so you, J and
B2K Omarion, Lil Fizz, Raz B, J Boog Come on, come on Leave em alone Omarion, first verse Peek-a-boo, little fine lady I see you Little man knows what
One, two, three, four Fizzo came through and I'm blazin' out the door Hold five to six hoes causin' frenzies round the globe And my belly stay froze '