Check it out This is how I wanna spit it I bullshitted in the eighties (Forbid) I had to get my mind up off the ladies Like these worldly things A baby beam and shiny rings See this is how we do things When you're fuckin' with the kings of the streets New York is all respected But still we keep it hectic In places where we be wreckin' Where we from, Timbaland (VA) See that's my man so understand these things Three niggas thinkin' 'bout cream Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll with CRU All respect to, that's why your girl ain't lovin' you We peep the card in the steez We even got the keys to the bed where you rest Your life is based on stress So just relax, kid because my mack days are in the mist And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the 'Last Dance' It's easy past, when I'm runnin' with your lady Ask yo boys, I'm pushin' your Mercedes, so what, nigga? If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else) Say what, say what, say what If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do (That they wanna do) They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do) They don't gotta nothin' else y'all, check it Dick 'em, Court VD, now I'm sick with 'em Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit with 'em Kick 'em, nigga when you're down, look I got to get cha Get away with the crime, that's the wrong picture I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone H-I with no V, but I stay full blown Hah, yeah yo, put nick out the door You move quick but, bitch, yeah, you're too slow Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas Somebody on the phone wanna talk to your [Incomprehensible] But I got my life, and Mary what's the 411? Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you best ta fuckin' run Get out the way 'cause my recitals suicidal I'm the rebel when I yell, y'all know, ask Billy Idol Son of a bitch 'cause he a son and you's a bitch Me die for you, girl, go dick your own bitch If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do (Say what, that they wanna do) They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do They don't gotta do anything else, baby, say what) If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do They don't gotta do anything else (Check it out, check it out, say what, say what, say what) If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else They don't gotta do, say what, they don't want) If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else) Check it out, baby, we're talking to you Hear this beat, it's done by me I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'? People always try to bite me, yo, but they can't bite this one They might try but you know what? You got to pay up A samplin' fee if you bit me, like that, like that It's the beat, like that, Ginuwine, like that Aaliyah, like that, playa, like that Big Rob, like that, Big E, like that Of course, my man M A G O O and me Timbaland Jimmy D, we out for 97E, can't forget my man Elliot Only one, check it out, baby The fight just begun, we out © SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com