the lox
so right
Catch me in the dirt  In the porche burning out Head across seas, bout to turn it out Coming back home to a furnish house We three deep, What?, and we ain't get no sleep We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right Plan is to keep the fam tight Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light Can't see the dice, ice to bright Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot Get a record deal and not take it serious Plan to make hits for a long period Hell of a living, shit being on television Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in  Your fault, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore) Your fault, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore)  yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo  Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done International despite thee, Westcoast beef I blew it down on Keenen Ivory Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain So if we conflict you get all in yo brain You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle Heard one song, now you changing up your single While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual  Your fault, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore) Your fault, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore)  Yeah, wha?, wha?, yo yo yo yo  Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then Get this money, keep it tightened, right when All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash I hang my plaques in the bathroom Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit While I'm taking a shit Playa Haters be scraping the 6 For no reason, that don't even make no sense I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out Get a new look out, pull your black book out Who you know pal for enough to distribute 2.5 and that's just the tribute Anything envolved with Benji's we with that With the good comes the bad never forget that  Your fault, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore) Your fault, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore) 