Lil' Jones-David Banner

Haa, haa Where's Monica Lewinsky? (Hello, hello) She's right here (Right here) Hahahaha Is that you Lil' Jones? (Lil' Jones) Comin' down on all that chrome (That chrome) Bumpin' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high Is that you Lil' Jones? (Lil' Jones) Comin' down on all that chrome (That chrome) Bumpin' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high Oh, my gosh, is it him? Hell yeah, it's David Banner Daddy, I'm from Mississippi but I moved to Atlanta From the Bronx to the queens, V12's sittin' clean I'm dipped in candy painted punk you pissed 'cuz you ain't TV's in this thang, watch the falcons play the saints 10's for my friends, 15's for my foes Sterrin' wheel, hella drill man, this thangs a half a mill Just to see chicken' head now, tell me what ya feel Cow hide that's right, now I'm back to the lab Me and bone on the slab [unverified] let's stab Is that you Lil' Jones? (Lil' Jones) Comin' down on all that chrome (That chrome) Bumpin' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high Is that you Lil' Jones? (Lil' Jones) Comin' down on all that chrome (That chrome) Bumpin' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high Regals, Cadilacs, woodgrains and leather Alright, on my thang call my crusher Keep ridin' them dubz, can't tell me wutz up Them country boys come down here and turned it out And then I got 'em on the floor and made 'em scream and shout I show my belly and it shake just like jelly, I know y'all ready Everybody in this place please get on down As I walk, walk, walk, walter on your tiny town Is that you Lil' Jones? (Lil' Jones) Comin' down on all that chrome (That chrome) Bumpin' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high Is that you Lil' Jones? (Lil' Jones) Comin' down on all that chrome (That chrome) Bumpin' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high I'm ridin' dirry on lynch, rims be 20 inch Callin' Mr. Grinch 'cuz I let 'em ride my inch Don't y'all know about me, I'm a bad mama jam Oh, a bad mama jama I guess we be da bomb Give me the head, body, the torso, [unverified] Cows and goats walk around where we from Forever on the grind, like polish wine And we gunna keep you ridin [unverified] every time, hahahaha