Money, cash, cars, clothes (C'mon) Boys and girls, this is how we play 2000, TP, c'mon uh uh C'mon yeah c'mon Rock Land baby, c'mon This is how we do it

You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) (Yeah round after round in the middle of

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

strip that down, girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I love it, when the music's loud But c'mon, strip that down for me, baby Now there's a lot of people in the crowd But only you can dance with me So put your hands on my body You know, I love it

Rocket, yeah, satellite of love Ah ah, ooh ooh I will be your, I will be your, I'll be your (I can take you through the center of the dark) We're gonna fly (on a collision course to crash into my heart) Rocket baby, c'mon, I'll be your satellite of love

The men don't know, but the little girls understand I'm a back door man C'mon, yeah, yeah, c'mon, yeah I am a, yeah, I'm a back door man Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah 'Cause I'm a back door man

(Gimme all of your lovin') Every little bit (gimme all that you got) Every bit of it (every bit of your lovin') Oh, c'mon live a bit (never want it to stop) You got it, but are you gettin' it? Hey, but are you gettin' it? Yeah, but are you gettin' it?

This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) When we ride to that rider music, let's go Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back

But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Yeah.. yo.. c'mon Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme

And I rule my den Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate Gonna use her for myself C'mon crawl I'm the Crawlin' King Snake Caught me crawlin', baby, window Grass is very high Keep on crawlin' till the day I die