see you sucka shake em down for profound sound punk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up 'cause... [Tek] the escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala move the Q
a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from q.b. to aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and
Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G. Ha ha, yeah, I like that [Lil' Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine
-three nigs One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
crew Baby sham spit the hot shit just for you Make you get off your seat so you can cop the clue Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules That'
Didn't I tell you everything is possible in this deja vu? Try the river boat the carousel feed the pigeons Bar-B-Q Look at all the people happy faces
Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit Blink a eye, missed
aiyyo aiyyo Um yeah, yo let's do this, stop that Oh oh (oh oh) oh oh (oh oh) oh oh (oh oh) [Rock] Aiyyo introducin my B-double-O [Starang] We worldwide
one with no clock Covert rendezvous with you at the usual time I savor the scent of the fish on the grill Life's so spicy up on Bar-b-q-hill Lookin'
What I really mean... I wish you were here And we were down on Beale Street, Memphis, Tennessee With the blues, the booze, the bar-B-Q's, our name on
Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G. Ha ha, yeah, I like that [Lil' Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through
didn't sell I moved south to Nashville I might like it there but I can't tell I've been hanging in Austin Eating Chili's and good Bar-B-Q Writing songs
,2,3, Everybody come on, off your seats I'm gonna tell you about a beat That's gonna make you move your feet I'll get the Bar-B-Q show And tell you how
clap de clap 1,2,3 Everybody Come on, off ur seats I am gonna tell you, about A beat, thats gonna make you move ur feet I'll give the Bar-B-Q, show
, Woah) 1,2,3 Everybody Come On Off Your Seats, I'm Gonna Tell You About A Beat, That's Gonna Make You Move Your Feet Ill Give The Bar-B-Q, Show
Missy, huh, uh, we are like that Uhh, it's the Q to the, B to the, double E spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your
up Throws it on a scale throws an eyeball in a cup Saw a big Brahma Steer standing right over there So I rustled up a fire cooked him medium rare Bar-B-Q
We cop sixty-three nigs, one from every spot, blunts be mystery mix We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks While y'all stash clips in bags of bar-b-q