| Lyric | Song | Artist |
|---|
| If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son | |
| To all the ladies in the place with style and grace | |
| All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom and a poom-poom | |
| What's up darlin', I been keeping my eye on your movement | |
| Me, I'm supa fly, supa dupa fly | |
| All you Trekkies and TV addicts, don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static | |
| I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly | |
| Ya'll know me, still the same ol' G, but I been low key | |
| Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes | |
| Inslumnational, underground, thunder pounds when I stomp the ground | |
| Go shorty, it's your birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday | |
| I said a-hip hop, the hippie to the hippie, to the hip hip hop, a' you don't stop | |
| Who you tryin' to get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco? | |
| They see me rollin', they hatin' | |
| This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital, to rock a rhyme that's right on time | |
| Hmmm, I'm going down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover | |
| Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin, I came to win, battle me, that's a sin | |
| Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me mirror, what is wrong? | |
| As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left | |
| 1989, the number another summer (get down), sound of the funky drummer | |
Opening Lyrics
Opening Lyrics II
Opening Lyrics III
