Arabesque - Bellyache lyrics

[Verse 1] Shut your face homeboy, yo it's on Quit your belly ache, your b**h and your moan Hold your ground, hold your grudge hold your throne It's Arabesque and he's officially blown To all my headaches, I'm your Tylenol Light years ahead of you ask the god Thugs do the Debbie Gibson when they hear this Backpackers pack there saddle on my penis Best thing since sliced bread cut by Saukrates Soul strut like Koreans with Bum Knees Sy Wyld bring the beat like syameese 48 cali with those desert e's Commisso count my bread count my dough count my biscuit I'm the mob's official meal ticket I'll send your a** home and that's an order Like my pops with a 5 o'clock shadow at the border [Chorus] Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache I ain't goin no where Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache Ayo Get use to me Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache Quit your Belly Achin' Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache Motherf**er get used to me [Verse 2] Ya girl got them wanderin' eyes, and you wonderin why Motherf**er I'm one hell of a guy 9-5 on the nag 9-5 on the rag 9-5 make me gag Venus is a full time job stay flappin' they jaws At Mars policies and laws You like way I ga**ed you up You f**ing co*ky co*k I'm Palestinian I was born to rock It's all real to a brotha you feel Hold down the club like my name is steering wheel Aramaic on the tongue big Besque on the chest Those who want it we can put it to rest To all the fakes make no mistake This ain't Degra**i High boy son, I don't run with the snakes Don't get it twisted b Ya mamma does dig me [Chorus] Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache I ain't goin no where Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache Ayo Get use to me Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache Quit your Belly Achin' Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache Motherf**er get used to me [Verse 3] Sand n***a sensation If it ain't Paula Abdul its Big Besque on your radio station Ayo my people what's the haps It's like good will handin' out mics we catchin us a bum rap My fam doesn't own a 7-11 We hold down the bar with the southern and 7 For heaven sakes, been through all the pain and aches Ayo son you know this wasn't a quick break [Chorus] Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache I ain't goin no where Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache Ayo Get use to me Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache Quit your Belly Achin' Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache Motherf**er get used to me