Lyrics:
How far to the river, mama, walk down by the sea
How far to the river, walk down by the sea
I got those tadpoles and minnows all in over me
would race
Every 20 seconds
Hotbox matchbox
This box that box
Break me out Pandora’s box
It’s unorthodox
Dropbox cashbox
This box that box
Break me
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims
ruggedness
Feelin her so much I let her
Call me by my government
Nice soft ass even softer when I'm rubbin' it
Gotta lotta cash but I'm tryna
Get some other
coz I own it already
I’m the artist of the century, don’t ask me or correct me (no,no)
I wrote a song at the start of December so if you heart isn’t
regular ways
The crowd I was once in with stopped interesting me those days
So I went looking for a job, ended up right by the beach
Working for
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I..)
homeboy with the side talkin'
He passed by and rolled the window down
Let him pass back, I'll blow the window out
Pass mine, rolled the window down
Fuck
cut me the day I do (we don't quit no)
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
to spread my lovin' around
Cause when my woman, she's needin' me by her side
I just don't wanna let her down
Well a whole lot of women is an ego trip
I'm burning down
Trying to get myself back to you
Back to you
This calm explosion slipping in between my fingers
I feel it passing me by
I've been
Jungle cats rise up and assemble.
You dont have to cock you glocks back
To be radical like the spot cats
So stop that, ill turn your matchbox into a box
Family business
What up twenty
Big T little w
We race for pink slips
Invest in blue chips
Gorillas with me don't trip
Mob in with a big clip
Big
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we
Want me to come get you?
A Ali: Yes!
Chorus 1:
Let’s just love and vibe and vibe and love all night/
Yea I got her on Cruise Control. You can ride me
doing all the snow
Cocaine residue on the top shelf
You gone follow me later I did this by myself
I don't care bout her
I don't care bout none these girls
get'em gone
And they gotta move Fast
Straps on deck
Can't let a nigga play wit me gotta make it home can't be my last
By any means necessary won't lose
my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims
my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims
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