weed but are you down with some shrooming (Shrooming, hell nah, that's what the white boys be doing) I got room in the jeep, we can mash a few down Eat
-diesel scholars Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown Talk of the town Soakin' you down
to hold the shit down You cowards know it now I'ma hold it down When I'm done, close it down It's my shit here, fuck that nigga just say try shit where
[Intro - Beyonce] Fighting temptation [Missy] Yo Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte, y'all ready Let it put it down for the clubs [Beyonce + Missy + Free + MC Lyte
Yo, Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte, y'all ready Let it put it down for the clubs Ladies, hey, we got that beat that make you jump To my fellas, whoo, I'll got
plenty high You know when your mouth a-getting dry, you're plenty high Looked down the bar, I say to my bartender I said, "Look, man, come down here", he got down
that september that his time had run out how he tried to outrun a state trooper down 93 south a charge of possession is why he fled said word of mouth
that claim they spit But all I hear is they want out like I got my gun out 'Cuz they rhymes run out, running off at the mouth Yo Ralph let's be out,
school Grab the remote play the hot shit of course my shit Steam up the bathroom till the mirrors fog Can't wait to ball, with my niggas god Dry off
TONIGHT MAKE THE CHILLS RUN DOWN YOUR SPINE SIPPIN ON EXOTIC WINE I'LL LET YOU FANTASIZE ~REAPET~ HOT TONIGHT NOW CAN WE GET HOT TONIGHT(2X) I'LL LET
it again (You'll never do it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in the cold You slept in your clothes You let `em down Down
my mouth is dry Well, I know it don't make much sense But I'm in love with your innocence What you got? What I need You took my breath Now let me breathe
you smile Gonna let you do your thinking if you need awhile But what I gave you made him get mad A little bit funny how a thing like that Could travel from one mouth
world Brand Nubian, big shouts to Diamond D Big shouts to digging in the crates It's the Kid Capri and we putting it down like that Straight hip hop, straight to your mouth
I'm ticket less I'll be there, by your side in your heart on your mind? So, as I taxi down another runway I gotcha, who loves you bay now bring it back, now Let
up yur legs baby u da girl, stick out yur tounge and let me shoot it girl (*rooster*)BUCKOCK you wuz playin wit my floppy and my hard drive, download it, down
pain gonna come Black white rich poor, it's the same old drum Rainy days like a war use wisdom as a weapon Hold your head up, dry your clothes and keep steppin' Let
(Let's go, fuck wit me) Weezy, we nigga, let's go, oh, oh, oh, oh, do it, do it HB's nigga, we run tha streets nigga, let's go (Oh, oh) We run tha streets
