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down on the flo' on the flo' [2x] By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the flo' Niggas dressed in suits Triicking all dey hoes Me Imma pimp I
be But I wonder do you think of me Do you think of me 'cause I'm thinking of All I wanted was to keep this love alive (yeah) And all I wanted is to be
[Chorus] (I'm comin'.) How ya comin', baby? (I'm comin'.) This is how I'm comin'. The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
on them pills Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def Yeah, I'm the future, got
Eyed Peas Drop It Low Lyrics by Ester Dean At The Bottom Lyrics by Brand New Somebody To Love Lyrics by Leighton Meester
(Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!) Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe Chose come
enough I just can't get enough I just can't get enough Honey got me runnin like I'm Flo Joe Signs her name on my heart with an X-O Love's so sweet got me
to the best time We are well back and forth on the text line She got me fishin' for her love, I confess I'm Somethin 'bout her smile and a convo Got me
a different type Can't fall in love, I'm pimpin right Probably wanna fuck by the end of the night Push your dress up and your panties aside The best ever,
get it on the flo' she bad I'm bad like mike jack And you know its Julian on the track [Chorus] Rangers we so fly Break your necks every time we
Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm gonna chase you out of earth Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' I'm from the murder capitol Where we murder for
when you dream Dousing you tools with kerosene Exploding like TNT self detonate I'm making my way around by public trnsportation That's why you
A dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan Feel the wrath of the afroman let me out, let me out Let me show these motherfuckers what I'm all about Let me out, let me
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had Pass through the W.S. neighborhood Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie He sticks
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be Heaven or hell The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best Therefore hard
[Main Flo] I had to stay minal, when DEA stopped my gray rental Incidental, my girl home watchin Jay Leno Prophecize, I pulled the wise Wit frame
shops Screamin they love the album, and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong They
love your neighbor, love your enemy as yourself Go on loving, it's what humans do best and the one thing they can't kill Got it? This is Will 'O
Staying on my feet When they see me they salute me I'm the king of these streets Yeah, oh I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right) We the best
like a full feast Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene Teddy P and Mr. Hood, you can call it history We the best and fuck 'em all, we
"Choose the one who Loves you More", by Copeland, from their album "In Motion". Lyrics submitted by Jason Nichols. Rain, rain, rain on my mind.
passes by Every time he says "Hello" my heart begins to fly CHORUS (I'm in heaven) I get carried away I dream of him and me and how it's gonna be
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched I want a big Blue
on Respirators for killing my best, poor haters On permanent, hiatus as I skate In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In
she gotta get the money Cause she fuckin' with a (p-pimp like me) Gotta serve a trick at the after party Cause I got her body in my mind I'm a playa