i don't dig on a chick, mann i beat that pussy down; i beat that pussy down, i beat that pussy down [4x] now now, show me where them hoes at thought
This is DJ Pauly D Being a guido is a way of life I don't represent all Italians, I represent myself I started this whole GTL shit: Gym, Tanning, Laundry
Yes, it's is N-Dubz, yes it is Chipmunk, ay, listen to I in it You believe, you believe, you believe, you're a 'G' 'Cause you went to the park with your
Caught in the undertow being swept downstream Going against the flow seems like such a dream Trying to hold your ground when you start to slide Pressure
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga? This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you Beat the two minute and thirty
Hey, hey Leroy, Leroy Yeah Did you, did you hear about that boy Mike Tyson? Mike, Mike Tyson he's the boy That played football from Montreal ain't he?
Come here man check it out You know there laughing at you man Fuck them man you know what im sayin come down here man And join the carnival man Gangsters
(You gotta beat the clock, you gotta beat the clock) (You gotta beat the clock, you gotta beat the clock) (You gotta beat the clock, you gotta beat the
I notice me, I notice you I see a lot of things That neither of us do I notice me, I notice you too And there are simple things That we don't even try
Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten "baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going
You sit and face your final meal, you'll be the first to blink A reminder that you're still alive Frightened of this thing you feel but still you start
You can't fool a fooler I can tell When a John got jazzed By a Jezebel You can't beat the house You can't beat the house Tell the man, somebody You can
I'll beat your ass... you wanted to talk shit about me now there are tears in your eyes 'cause you are fucked now you know No
Born is a human with a kung-fu spine Equipped with a detector of "What's on your mind" You jive, you shuck, you bob, you weave And when you're down you
There doesn't have to be a reason There doesn't have to be a why And any moment could be magical It could be this night You've got an energy Burnin'
Led to the slaughter, your life in their hands Destroying maiming at will Spread all around, deep in the group Trenches for corpses to fill Advance to
Get nothin' but a beat Punks jump up to get beat down Get nothin' but a beat Punks jump up to get beat down Get nothin' but a beat Punks jump up to
chorus They say one outta ten blacks we gonna die behind bars say we was born in the ghetto and we aint gonna make it far ain't know avoiding getting
