* [Intro] 
We are gunna play the cut right now  
And it's gunna be a very very big hit... 
 
[Chorus: Grits] 
He feel it - she feel it - we feel it (hey!) 
So round and round we go 
He feel it - she feel it - we feel it 
Aaaah here we go 
He gon' get up - she gon' get up - we gon' get up 
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up 
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks  
Imitate but can't get it 
Aaaah here we go 
 
[Verse: Coffee] 
My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt 
No more room in the pan i cook up rhymes in a bigger pot 
On a roll, wha
Girls & Boys lyrics


Ha Ha, It was a good year - 1983.
Last name Sheldon, first name Shermy,
In the papers and on the TV, in the magazines...
It's ME!
Ronald Reagan wanted me dead,
Cuz Grandpa Shemp was a fuckin Red!
(Lemme tell ya!  Flashback, Flash Forward to 1986...)

(Oh-Oh girl you 
t you figure got 
Tricks up my sleeve you wont believe 
My story weave to a thicker plot 
Words leep off pages hop on stages 
We crazy need to be locked in cages 
Raah you feel it 
Yeah I'm light skinned vanilla 
Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas 
Whole planet gone ape 
Understand from afar Nashville to the "Lone Star State" 
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater 
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great 
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt 
Fast like a gun blast drawn out 
The sounds in leaps and bounds flush out clowns creeps and hounds 
Foxes and wolv
Someday lyrics

I heard about the little rift you had last night
I could have told you that that boy was never Mr. Right
If it were me I'd have given it to you without a fight
'Cause you've always been the one
You say right now you're not lookin' for another guy
Since the last one we
s in sheeps gowns 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse: Bonafide] 
I was born in the cold 
Moved to the heat 
Got used to the flame 
Now I spit it on beat 
I was chose in the womb  
Groomed by Christ 
With a gift to raise souls from the tomb 
Please don?t assume 
We ain't tryna take the slot 
Blow the spot 
Worldwide still parta the plot 
Everybody talking 'bout changin' the game 
But everything I hear yall soundin the same 
From the beats to the videos 
Clothes and look 
Same concept for your flows and hook 
See these round here they can raise the dead 
So come on everybody now bob your head 
Y'all need to 
Feine Leute lyrics


Feine leute das sind die,Feine leute wissen nie.Feine Leute haben Recht.F?hlen sich gut und dir gehts schlecht.Feine Leute wollen Geld,Feine leute wollen die welt.Feine Leute laufen weg und behandeln dich wie dreck.Die,die intriegen schmieden und sich dabei verbiegen.Diese Schmalspur-<
heed these words from the wise 
Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya 
Got truth for hire 
Can you stand the fire? 
To see you come alive that?s my desire now 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse: Bonafide] 
Boy looka here 
Have you ever heard a dead man talk before? 
You ever seen a dead man walk before? 
You ever heard dead man lock the flow? 
Like these before  
We raised the qou' 
 
[Verse: Coffee] 
Now my time flip make time change 
You knew another record would hit 
Explode and make your brains hang 
Peep my language of my dialect 
Circulate like a boomerang 
Man what did you expect? 
 
[Chorus] (3x)