on outta here (Who am I?) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said) Meet me in the boy's bathroom
They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin' you Turn your back, they tryin' to break your J A W Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s Strapped with
you, You're all fingers & thumbs. (you're all fingers & thumbs) So who's your latest flame? Driving 'em wild in the fast lane. Won't say I told you so, But the boy
when you're the only One with the balls and your shorts To leave them jaws on the floor with no remorse Remember that when they get to doggin' your boy
and blow up the spot, There aint no boy who can do what I do boy I'm a star, Boy, I told you boy, I'm a Soldier boy, I'm DeShaun, Holten in this bitch
you hey and one time for the city, hey two times for you hey [J Cole - Verse 2] Look kid, its raining outside boy f-ck an umbrella, n-ggas banging outside boy they guns dumb bell
for you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times for you hey [Verse 2] Look here it's raining outside boy fuck a umbrella niggas banging outside, boy they guns dumb bell
Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar So fuckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who
the message like Melle Mel I got the [unverified] locked like a Death Row show And if I ain't a b-boy, premier never used a bell (Ding, ding) So tell your boy
sun hit it. Waterproof finish? I ain't even wanna coach yet. (Verse 1 - Mikey & Chuck) With no stretchin' or the warm up drills, I'm jordan sweatsuit joggin', homie, guess who
[Chorus]: [x2] You and ya boy jaw jackin actin' like you wanna buck Yo mug all mean like I really give a fuck Been talkin' like you want it but I got
I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (Rock your bells) I am LL (Bad, rock your bells
happy New Year This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who
, I stick to college radios, mix shows Historic university to freestyle sick flows Might give a lecture about your rap texture M.C. B-Boy, DJ, slash director The name was a bell
forget who I am (yea!) From where I came and I play this fuckin' game Rest in peace B.I.G. - Respect for me Now let me bring the good shit [* bells *] *
chimney for santa to come down Verse 4: Puffy Daddy Now to me, PD I had alot Appreciated everything that I got Though I used to take my pops Who aint
money, we had a link} {What you want?} (cash money, the jewels, and the car) {Who you hit?} (everything from the chickens to the stars) {Who you with?} (
kited, since I was sixteen And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha) Big boy moves, big boy shine Big boy watch tell big boy time Everybody