into different partitions Many of them fought a war without any logical missions Beam me up there's no intelligent life down here where I am The computer now told me
gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police
and take a ride on the paranormal side (K.C. Thomas) aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup K.C. Thomas represents the T-dot the O-dot K.C. rock the block
still sellin' birds they tell me that) I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run 'em in that U.P
GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping
is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P-T Run with
(feat. Big Boss) [Z-Ro:] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click
Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my
that comes with it You can keep it if I can't hit and quit it because It's D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz
me that) First Verse [Baby] I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run em' in that U.P.T. (And
ride on the paranormal side [K.C. Thomas] aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup K.C. Thomas represents the T-dot the O-dot K.C. rock the block come and take
tomorrow to top it off after all of that make yo mamma get borrow this h.c.p. is a gang this h.c.p.'s in my vains and I'm a stay drankin liquor nigga
up The beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up
