This is, this too can be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering --this is Frank-- can you come, yeah, can you
wrap you up like a boa constrictor And pose like a pimp in your girls prom pictcha' I watch mc's die like soldiers in war Everybody for them self so
bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal
to war behinds yours Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve [Turk] [Hook] Why you blockin us Baller Blockin us You niggas can keep tryin Ain't no stoppin us [Baby
ways to deal with it You see what I'm sayin' If you apply that to your everyday life Whether you slingin', you dig ballin' or playin' on broads You, too, can
from my smith And watch his body shift Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you And big k-o can dig your hole before they bury you Bridge x2 Pranksters
cats adios , uno , dos Yoy fall off and you can't come back You get the hit single , your album sound wack I give you the leeway , you sound like us ,
you can dance (I'm Mr. Big, baby, can you dig?) Sexy daddy, baby I wanna see you swing your pants Wizard man, I know you can So don't you ever stop
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
Can't take it when you're calling me names, yeah I think it's a shame You can do me like the way you do You big teaser now you throw me bone then you
of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash, you dig? You can call me, Lawry's '
up out your seat and shake your butt The Baby Bubba's The Baby Bubba's The Baby Bubba's Yes, everyone put your headphones on I got something to say you
you settle you down? And not be this Mr. Big Willy and playa that you are She's gotta, she's gotta be a Jazzy ass hoe} Nigga don't fret You know you
for a while, then I started walkin I heard the ladies say, "look who's talkin" That's right, baby, you can leave me alone Cause if you can't
along 'N hurry up and sing your little song 'N while you're moving madly You can sing yourself a happy Little ditty while you groove And then you never
task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin' on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten, ain't no fuckin
for ya, But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya, And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin you, and kissin you, And think about the good
