[Verse 1] I can be your fantasy While you're dancin' alone tonight, yeah Or you can be my majesty Got me runnin' for you [Verse 2] Said we ain't got to take it slow Here's what you do to me, yeah I think it's time to take control Girl, I just want to love you [Pre-Chorus] Bad that you want to give it I want to give it to you I know you won't admit it But at least I know the truth The way you move around me There's somethin' seductive to it Got a place we can go if you're down Let's go all the way [Chorus] ('Cause basically I) I just wanna ride with you (I gotta getcha) 'Cause I just wanna vibe with you (Let's find someplace to go) 'Cause I just gotta know if you want me too (Dontcha want me? Yeah) ('Cause basically I) I just wanna ride with you (I gotta getcha) 'Cause I just wanna vibe with you (Let's find someplace to go) 'Cause I just gotta know if you want me too (Dontcha want me? Yeah)

Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married To Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you stuntin' these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm Sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skurr'd ya heard? I love em, my feathers, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here Iffy kiffy izzy oh Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! I don't go out my house shorty You just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Stepped out the swamp With ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core Core to the rotten Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton Iffy kiffy izzy oh Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin y'all broke, Milli Vanilli J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! Iffy kiffy izzy oh Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Well it’s another one, in the gutter one, ghetto running em Troublesome, Astral Double-dumb, I come to beat em Defeat em and mistreat em, so what if that I’m cheating Now everybody wanna sound grimey (yeah I know) I’ma show ya how, come on: "all in together now" Yeah oh yeah yeah that’s how it gotta be So stop trying to be loud as me 'cause you can't do that Think about it, playing Russian roulette with an automatic I bet my ass against the line the last bullet’s first on line Stab and step and repping and run, packing a weapon is wild Peace to the brothers on Rikers Isle Tough enough and trembling, blend in like a chameleon Buck, bye tough guy, oh my god I’m so high 'Cause they say I rhyme, they say I look like a gremlin But what does it take to make a kid make a million children SLAM [Chorus: Onyx] Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys [Verse 2: Suavé] I'm the nitty, nasty, gritty smashing, never slow gassing Strictly swift blast of the raspy-rasp fashion That I provide, I abide the U.S.G Besides the ghetto vibe, make me flip like Jekyll and Hyde Of course, I come across with the pure for sure unadulterated uncut raw Disgusted, busted, you wanna touch it, too hot You forgot, you’re not ready, your head could get ruptured Hit between the eyes, I plan to vandalize I supply the static, I run with the bad guys The villains, crooks, highlighters and the fighters See the big black picture if you look inside of my mind It’s graphic, expressed it drastic So kill the copycat act kid, it's all mastered Directed it, when y'all least expected it And thought it was safe, Onyx hit you in the face so SLAM [Chorus: Onyx] Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] I'm a b-boy, standing in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants The mad author of anguish, my language polluted Onyx is heavyweight (and still undisputed!) You took the words right out my mouth, now walk a mile in my shoes I paid so many dues, I feel used and abused and I’m so confused Excuse me, for example I’m an inspiration of a whole generation And unless you got ten sticky fingers it’s an imitation A figment of your imagination Bu-bu-bu-but wait it gets worse I’m not watered down so I’m dying of thirst Coming through with a scam, foolproof plan B-boys make some noise, and just, just SLAM [Chorus: Onyx] Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise b-boys

Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa Mane, that boy lil' boogie dawg ass got no manners Yeah, you got some ass but I can't fuck 'cause I got standards Don't watch me, better watch TV, yo' bitch might change the channel She was finna tell you she in love wit' me but I don't think you can handlе All black the coupe from the Chеvy to the Phantom Pop up wit my ru, that's lil' heck, he from Atlanta I might drop a deuce off purples stuff up on my Fanta I can't leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer Hit her wit' the hammer, if I don't she throw a tantrum Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo' anthem Run up on me, you gon' levitate like a phantom Keep knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa That boy bad news, he a menace to society Everybody a rida but I ain't had nobody ride for me Everybody looking out but ain't nobody had a eye for me Shit ain't even that deep and you still chose to lie to me Damn, you must think a nigga brazy Lil' bitch, what's yo' motive? I hope you ain't tryna play me Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement Smoke got me coughing off the Kup, I'm steady dazin' Been hot for a minute, I been motherfuckin' blazin' Mind been on the Benjis, steady motherfuckin' chasin' I can sense this sucka shit just off the conversation He'll doin' all that wolfin', guess he wanna be a patient Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa

[Verse 1] Just wakin' up in the morning, gotta thank God I don't know, but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog, no smog And mama cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out Hooked it up for later as I hit the door Thinkin', "Will I live another 24?" I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop-top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Lookin' in my mirror and not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can do it all night Called up the homies and I'm askin' y'all "Which park are y'all playin' basketball?" Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week, messed around and got a triple-double Freakin' brothas every way, like MJ I can't believe today was a good day [Verse 2] Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards 'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin', didn't even look in a brotha's direction As I ran the intersection Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of homies And watch me break 'em with the 7, 7-11, 7-11 7, even back door Little Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin': "Domino!" Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A Today was a good day [Verse 3] Left my homie's house paid (Word) Picked up a girl been tryna dig since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics Felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy and killed the punani And my jimmy runs deep, so deep So deep put her butt to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin' Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her butt off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams No helicopter lookin' for the murder Two in the morning, got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read "Ice Cube's a Pimp" Drunk as hell but no throwin' up Halfway home and my pager still blowin' up Today I didn't even have to use my AK I gotta say it was a good day

In this corner we have the funk body snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist 'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed I crush your whole brain frame 'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk That have your rap style for lunch, chump 'Cause 92, I take a whole crew Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose (Poo pow) To show you what type of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10 Then 1, 2, 3 you're pinned I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump If you like the way it sounds punk, pump it in your back trunk And let loose with the juice when I do rock I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice than Tupac (Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my brother I'm laughing, time 4 sum action Lights, camera, cock back the hammer (Explosion) Straight from the land of the lost I'ma hit you with the funk force That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha Then strike a pose like Madonna My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps So color me bad, plus color me black For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track (The funky fly stuff) Come on and let me kick (The funky fly stuff) Just to show you where the hell I come from I get dumb with the 1, 1 2 Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex (Like this) Make you twist to the list Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff And all that, the hi hat, go buy that Listen, look, oops, brother where your eyes at? There on the floor, pick 'em up While I pour a lil' funk down your brain punk Listen to my name chump (Redman ready to rock) I got a glock Then, pow, your body is all over the block Tryin' to step to the, the exorcist, kick it I get mad wicked when twin cocks the biscuit And blow your head off, just for askin' "Who's the one rappin'?" (Poo pow) Time 4 sum action Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid, yeah, know what I'm sayin' We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe that Hit Squad is definitely in the house (In the house) For the brothers who don't be knowin' what's up Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava Aah, back to the funk track, like Black Sheep My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?" "Where's the Redman?" I kill, I smother, I get down with the (Yo, yo, yo chill, G. chill la, it's over man) (You ain't gotta say no more, it's over)