Lyrics:
of concoctions in our hands
Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow
It's all about tonight
Hey pretty thing
I've been looking at you since the moment that you
men I admire most are Curly, Larry, Moe
Don't worry about the future
Sooner or later it's the past if they say the thrill is gone then it's time
men I admire most are Curly, Larry, Moe
Don't worry about the future
Sooner or later it's the past if they say the thrill is gone then it's time
men I admire most are Curly, Larry, Moe
Don't worry about the future
Sooner or later it's the past if they say the thrill is gone then it's time
knowin' about this pimp game (pimp game)
But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game (pimp game)
And to me you know it ain't no motherf***in' thang
I think it happened during the mist of a winter
When it was inching near the end of December
And m&m had entered up into an event
And then he went
can't get her out of my mind (wow)
I think about the girl all the time (wow, wow)
East side to the west side
Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise
She
cleaning up, getting by
Snuck out, through the backdoor for a while
Funny how I wear a cap forward for the style
Can I make it back 'fore you getting wild
– if you
Rap about it enough
It's going to get boring it was sick
Do you worry that not dealing with the
Same things that Earl dealt with will
Make
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that,
dreamed about me
My imagination
Mind fly’s in the moonlight
Only tonight
And only you
Strawberry got me all wild
Strawberry got me wild
Strawberry made me
She say it’s the locs for me
If I let her she would loc me down low key
In my hair wild OD
Baby talk to me nicely
She say it’s the locs for me
If
boy
I want to count 2 three
I want you 2 break it down and do that Dunkie funkie
Yo, are you ready?? 1...2...3...
Get buck wild!!!
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look back now
Or they might find you
Running wild, undefined
Living like tomorrow's dying
I won't bide by your tide
You keep yours and I'll make mine
Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming
Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
the studio
You know it’s
Me and you
Doing whatever we do
Going wherever we go
Giving them
Something to
Talk about so
They will forever
Know that I’m yours
feelin' down (yeah)
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines around
'Cause I done looked, I done searched and it's hard to find
Another shorty
wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving
living in this ghetto
(Ain't nothing sweet about it)
Been there, done that, running in the streets
(Running wild)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga
Ahh
Yea Yea Yea
Yea Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Ahh no no
You drive me
Ba-by you
You drive me crazy ama call you Mercedes (every time)
Cz you foreign and your
Spreading out a multi-lies
I'm drowning in my own kind
I'm choking in my ties
We're running low by running wild
The species tree is about to crack
my childhood in a wild hood
And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
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