1 million bottlebags count 'em
Think they can bounce the ounce
Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post
I'm countin' down to the day deservin' fittin' for a
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper
Clear the way
I didn't died right
I didn't died right
{This is Harry Allen
Signed, sealed, delivered I be yours
I pour it on the
Land of the free
But the skin I'm in identifies me
So
When I get down
I give what go around
And when I
Uh, uh, keep it goin
Yea, whatever
[Flavor Flav]
Now, now, now
Now this
Hit me
Going, going, gone
Now I dialed 911 a long time
Shocklee - sadler - ridenhour
When I'm talkin' rhyme time
To blow
So here we go, y'all
Little by little you know
We got
Uh, your bad self, help me break this down from
(instrumental)
Man, you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing
'Bout your daughter,
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