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Intro (The Cook Kids) Yeah yeah yeah yeah So...I'm eating my scrambled eggs this morning And then I think about it I'm the mayor of the city Yo where
It was the night before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next
[Intro] He's a superstar, yeahhh [2X] (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [Ghostface Killah] Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar The bullet
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family
Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killin' If I turn
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah
[Intro: Sheek Louch] Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop
Yo, yo, y'all respect my tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber banded
[Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out I
Together baby, together baby Baby, just you and me, whoa Yo, yo, aiyyo, it's Tone, crispy like a pair of headphones Used to play the 280 party rec rooms
speeds, strawberry, Kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo
"Am I a good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized
I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck (Travis talking) Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep
Chorus: (FatLip) Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimmme some of that hip hop, baby baby Gimme some of that hip hop baby, baby Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimmme some of
Welcome to N.A.S.A. North America South America N.A.S.A. is unity N.A.S.A. is a unique cooperative effort with our counterparts all over the world We
Some way, when these 2 Americans stepped on the moon The people of this world were brought closer together And it is that spirit, the Spirit of Apollo
