Lyrics

We're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT Yo twin, I do my thing, baby Cuban Link is one in a million Me and my squad of villains be stealin and robbin like Williams Then we hop in the BM convertible, I'll verbally murder you Wit a versatile verse or two, up close and personal, word I'm Universal like the Studios, put my foot up your booty-hole duke Then burn that ass like my cutie hoe Pass the uzi, pun the left hand side and let the best man try To come test Spanish Fly Um shorty, how you make it slip like that Yo I love it when you wrap your legs around my back I remember when you used to act shitty and pass On the video, now you wan' give me that ass It's all love though, money make the world rotate I'll be hittin them hips till they dislocate Yo I'm official wit the pipe game, I ain't no clown Big Ju mami, gon' make your love come down Aiyyo Ju, I speak original, to me there's no comparison Cuz when it comes to microphones, I'm nicer than Samaritans I cause embarrassment to rappers, think you servin me? Y'all could bring the gasoline, but ain't a brotha ever burnin me My youths concernin me, eternally of the infirmiry Stalkin these clowns, walkin around, times similar to Germany Chokin the ground as the skies turn to burgundy The illest lyricist, that's why these rappers wanna murder me, what La di Da di, we love to party We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi We're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT Aiyyo remember how I used to break them down I got tears for years when I used to shake them down And then I dust em off, no come, I calm none done finito Hit the bad freaks but, be that man burnin the chico You see yo, mouth pieces, bitch pieces Four releases, five times in human pieces Shit ceases, no beef wit the great one The black sheep could snuff asleep, could bust a fake one Get your snot-box Rocked like Charles Dutton Who else could it be, but no other than the P part three Still out for cash and killa noise nigga Spark lah, stay high bring your boys nigga Head in the sky where it's supposed to be Writers approachin me, tryin to get close to me Thinkin about roastin me, psssst... you gotta be jokin me I'm ultimately one of the top MC's, drop MC's Lock it down like Monopoly, ain't a damn thing stoppin me Yo yo, now you just done heard five raw MC's Last but not least Black, bout to blaze these trees Shit be real walkin in the streets in NYC I just, hold my head, that thug shit ain't me Son you know how it be, offically feelin mad vibe inside of me Catch me on a island, still screamin Fuck that Drop a charter, we on tracks Yo Black rep that, everytime I'm on wax La di Da di, we love to party We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi We're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT La di Da di, we love to party We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi We're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT
Writer(s): Rick James, Victor Padilla, Jerry Tineo, Felipe Delgado, Bertony Smalls, Douglas Davis, Ricky Walters, Craig Bullock, Alex Mosquera, Sean Boston, Katsuhiro Honda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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