Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight man E'rybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, e'rybody man Yeah yeah no doubt I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions man You do the same aight? You know how we play baby, listen I'm at a car wash right now But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there Right in front right? (yeah) Okay, aight gotchu Son who laced you with the ill haircut? Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade, that nigga's paid He make a pretty penny Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's (true) Check mines they royal blue My shits is baby blue They powder blue (yo' shits is hotter) You hotter with them frames on Nigga you James Bond, and you stay low Why'know my style babe bro (yeah, make dough) Manicure, facial, face glow Fuck it if you say so; I keep you P.I.! That's how we break hoes We throwin' ivory dice across the concrete And of course that don't make him your man because y'all palm weed We had boxed bumpin' La-Di-Da-Di (word?) Shotties was blastin', pellets jumpin' into everybody They never got me Was cool with all the park shooters, sparkin' bazookas Sharpen your tutors, cause we don't pardon the snoozers Yo son I wouldn't change my life for nuttin' And that ain't like you for frontin' Who's the nicest? (Nuff talkin', light somethin') [Chorus: ] Yo we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn Yo it's sorta like, Poitier and Bill Cosby 'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win My nigga - my nigga - my niggaz - my niggaz My niggaz - my niggaz - uhh.. What's today's mathematics? We had it, we let 'em hold it, we shoulda sold it We back it, we could grabbed it But fuck it, just let 'em have it Humduallah Allah you akbar God is the greatest Planet Mars, we carvin' the faces You couldn't catch us in a car without the bangers Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and entertainers Indeed, one in particular, almost started to name her (ha ha) I was there when you first pushed up and started to game her Been a long journey, certain shit just don't concern me They ain't hurtin' shit; we flip, they hire attorneys Yo I'ma stay custom, 'til I'm old grey and rustin' Reminiscin' the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em Bet some badda hoes than them other funky rappers chose I'm tryin' to wife a chick, light a spliff (okay) This might be like another part to "Life's a Bitch" Write ya lips, who's nice as this? We righteousness No mic assists, it's murderous - granted the right to flip [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Like, Spinks and Hearns.. Sorta.. Poitier and Bill Cosby 'Let's Do it Again,' nigga..
Written by: ANTHONY S. CRUZ, JAMES A. JOHNSON, MICHAEL RISKO, NASIR JONES, PAUL HENDRICKS
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