H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, help me up It starts with Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Oh they havin good old time out there This is fun Ladies and gentlemen let's put our hands together for the astonishing Welcome ladies

Round and round Going round and round 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you We're never gonna stop Well your gonna miss me We cant go on this way All I can say we're

Even when they set their traps they just can't stop me now People will say this and that they just can't stop me now Even when they set up road blocks they just can't stop me now 'Cause I'm so solid as a rock they just can't stop me now Oh ah oh ah yay!

I eat antipasta twice Just because she is so nice The waitress at the pizzeria I eat zoop-ing minestrone Just to be with her alone Ti vol-glio be-ne Angelina I adore you E vol-glio be-ne

All or nothing at all Please don't put your lips so close to my cheek Don't smile or I'll be lost beyond recall The kiss in your eyes, the touch of your hand makes me weak And my heart may grow dizzy and fall And if I fell under the spell of your call I

Round and round Going round and round 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you We're never gonna stop Well your gonna miss me We cant go on this way All I can say we're

Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin

Going round and round Round and round Round and round Well your gonna miss me 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you All I can say we're We're never gonna stop

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Good drank, big knots Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops She said the molly give her thizz face Put the dick in her rib cage Whips out Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Take