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I wanna see everybody stand 'til they feet up right now I wanna see everybody stand on they feet right now Ha Yeah Zone, zone, zone, zone Hey Swizz, I'm just gonna rap from the top Make 'em stand up, ah Exterminator, manager's observin' hater All the man a terminator Rollin' in a convertible 'til early, day up Watch a couple videos and burn the day up On my early bird to get that early paper Yeah, we burnin' weed, no we ain't burnin' vapor When we gettin' greasy, just a verbal taster Rollin' up the weed, I got that herbal chaser Yeah, got you up in your seat Fuck them niggas 'cause all them motherfuckers is sheep Get up, Swizzy, and show you motherfuckers a beat I'm just happy 'cause my life I was stuck in the street Yeah, 'cause it's nice 'cause none of this was up in my reach Get to runnin' up 'cause that motherfucker was steep Take a cigarette, brother, take a couple of sheets If there's some in there, you can take the money for keeps Yeah, they thought that they had it I don't even know why they even thought they could have it SongtexteThis my habitat when I'm bringin' forces of habit Little cabbage patch, liftin' up the cork then I splash it Yeah, just look at that, thinkin' I put off with a hatchet When that mack attack, bet there won't be two when I clap him That was random but that's just how I talk when I'm rappin' Put all them cameras up 'cause in Hollywood they be snappin' Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on That's too much, Hollow Man That's too much, Hollow Man You talkin' too crazy for 'em, huh Tell 'em somethin' Sneeze, nigga, then you lose Man just got the weed, but we need the booze Cinderella dreams, but don't need the shoes We don't got degrees, but we livin' huge Niggas 'bout to sweep, yeah, we need the brooms You can leave the streets, but don't leave your goons Niggas movin' booze, you're just movin' boos You wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for dude How is he, pop-pop? He ain't got no clues Think he saw a ghost, Ebenezer Scrooge They ain't in the mood, you ain't got the moves You ain't got the hits, you ain't got the tunes Mans have written them off I don't listen to none of them niggas that's soft Now they're questionin' if Hollow Man is still on the top Why you runnin' 'round with Hollow Man? Just chill in the box Outside, villainous fucks One time real as the clock Fugees, they think they're killin' me soft Leakin' got me spillin' Courvois' They don't see us, either Came back, man, hit 'em with the meat cleaver You a boss actin' like a diva Bitch, fuck your money, dog, we don't need ya Yeah, come through with the two on two Outside white, inside, turquoise, too Bangin' on your chest, oh, you think you come from the zoo? I'ma pull up and show you what gorillas will do Yeah, straight from New York to Peckham Niggas actin' thirsty, pull up with the soaker and wet 'em Ayo, Giggs I could go for another 50 or 60 bars but the song was over before I even got on this thing, huh Zone, zone, zone, zone Landlord Showtime Zone Ayy Right Ayy Right What they gon' do now? What they gon' do now, huh? Ayy Man I brought the orchestra out to London just for no reason Aus Songtexte Mania