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Choices (Yup) (E-40) · Choices (Yup) (E-40)


?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love
Go by the name of the King Ad Rock, rock
Super educated I'm smarter than Spock, Spock
Every time you here me you will agree
Ain't no brother like
love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
And ooh, you should see what my song make them do

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in
might get it to yo' ass by the summer
Who? Peter Pancakin' with a thumper

You, know we crank the club
Black magic in here, so drank it up
And you
Whoo

[Chorus]
Uh,
Two figures up yup, henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up up
"Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need
the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor,

(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup
the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor,

(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, wooo
Time by lady rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon
Bag by Louis Vuitton

High heels, Manolo Blahniks
Tanqueray gin
(yes I am)

Whatever it takes to make this thing work we gonna
Whatever it takes to make this thing work we gonna

There's a spy by my window (yup
la;Sing toora loora loora la, give the child a
jar of porter When I am dead and in my grave, I hope
for me a prayer you'll sayAnd as you're passing
by
You'll say
And as you're passing by that you'll throw in a jar of
Porter

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, throw
And as you're passing by that you'll throw in a jar of porter 

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, throw in a jar of porter
"he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

Who was at the door just now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curb sides Really?
Yup
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back
Got my head to the sky
Going by the riot
Call the rest a stone
Leading to the isle
I don't wanna go

Nothing really matters
Even life or death
Meeting with the man
[Chorus: Jasmine Sullivan (Jadakiss)]
You're the only one i love,
(uh huh)
The only man i know that i can trust,
(yup)
And if I ever should need
Now I'm rolling my own shit
Ownership, owning this, owning that
Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip
Identified by what you drive
Looking like Barry Sanders
So Icey flex game
Shawty we da new Atlanta
We da new atlanta
We flexin', yup!
We ridin', yup!
We iced up and we ain’t
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
cause you better buy you a car,
You better buy you a phone
You better buy somewhere to stay or I'ma walk right by you

I don't know what's going on baby?
JEANS!!

[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
Imma smoke you out today
Finna get her right finna get him right
Imma smoke you out today
Yup, make you feel all good on the inside
Imma smoke
I'm suited, I'm booted, I’ve been here by cupid
I've been recruited
I’m ready for more
I’m ready for war
Hold your position
Load yup ammunition
I