Lyrics:
to the mile high club,
We gonna take a long flight
We gonna party like some rock stars
Cause we're some rock stars
Gotta love me baby cause I love the way
mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
We'll rub it in, every club you're in
We'll have you blackballed
And make sure you never
gotta prahblum
The way you always mean muggin, ugly face green goblin, servin beef Red Robin, put a rocket to your noggin, pop a rock of Molly, Kelly got
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older
Cause I know you gon' mix it crazy
I know you gon' mix it crazy
Mix it cra—aa—zz—yy
Music
Uh, ayy, yeah yeah, uh huh, ayy
Let me talk my, let me talk
my jeans (My jeans)
Ain't missin' no plate, we eatin'
(We eatin')
You see the drip by the way, long range
(My drip) let's go, let's go, let's go
(It's
in
That millionaire boys club fashion
Uh, you niggas is clones
I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here
That's Pha real, my gats is
the fuckin' Artic
Feelin' like Kanye the way people tryna act so fuckin' heartless
Give them fruit they gave me poison and ran away from my garden
Everything in
time
Tell the dj take it slow
So I can see what's on ya mind
I can tell by the way you movin
That you feeling my vibe
I like the way you grinding on me
extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they
Styles P Talking:
"Yo I rock the fuck out.
I don't know bout everyone else"
Verse 1 - Styles P
Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker.
Get
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
You are my rock and you always have been
You are my rock and you always have been
The year was 1992
That's when I fell in love with you
Who would
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
than this, baby
2 smooth criminals doing one thing
Getting the baddest one in the room
Shawty, you caught my eye when I walked inside this club
Your body
do codeine it's all in my stomach
Aye I be rhyming you know I got perfect timing I'm like Nav wit auctions
Aye I'm Huncho, by the way I be rapping you
on my route
He said you gave a new meaning of
What it means to rock the house
So Fred keep working on your flow
And get it down in the right way
move it
Shake it shake it move it, I like it how you do it
Can you twist it
Drop down pick it up then lift it
Put it in the air baby
Now mix it, yea mix
these
2014, True Religions, belt double G's
So much ice on my neck
The bitches in the club gon' freeze
All the shit I seen up in
My life'll make your
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
the author
You got me feeling a certain kind of way
You got me afraid that it all will fade away
You'll stay by my side until we're old and gray
I've got
thru
I just came for the mix
Show face quick
Nah I'm good bro
What did I get into
Let the beat rock
I wanna see the wop wop and the toe wop
And the
I
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