Lyric | Song |
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 | |