| Lyrics: | Yeah. Uhh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our
time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
[Verse 1]
Yea,
mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass
so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this
commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the
Bronx
If you love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen
thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Who else could it be but the
squad's O.G?
Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n
something
Menages, orgies believe me its nothing
The girls want tha facts got to feed 'em
the lies
Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
[Chorus]
Big
trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' wont you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4
? Just wont mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad
bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks
mean rides we fly t-squad our time
Believe me is nothing
[Verse 2]
Drop from Harlem
even, more for Brooklyn
Still got my Name covering the walls in central Brooklyn
Haters want
me, they love to slut me
Mad because my fat ass stay - living comfy
Down in d-r on the
landing strip
When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
Jack-of-all-trades we do
that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through
When pun died, half
of y'all cried
The other half wanna See my demise
It was inevitable t |
