Lyrics:
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
and proud lika a boomboxwarrior
Come with me and you wanna see
Jump with me cause we're a family
Shout an free your teeny little voices
All by the power
side kick, telling her girls we got that hot shit
Boppin' like "Who made the beat? " Green Lantern bitch
Yeah, so pay the nigga homage, I'm about them
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample
coca cola and a can of pepsi
You other muthafuckas just can't impress me
[Verse 2: Shadow Ramirez:]
Have you ever been chased by bacon, or faced with
they sent too many over, I might need help up in this bitch
Yeah, Hah, And I hang around big dogs ain't no tamin' me
Yeah, and they mad I'm hot, who
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is
I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line...:
"Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Swag
15's in the back
He was Johnny on the spot he was red hot
Walked slow and smoked a lot
She was a jukebox junkie, hand on one hip
Great big eyes and bright red lips
rival.
His rival it seems, had broken his dreams,
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil,
But everyone knew
myself what I need
Homesick blues and melodies
This old tune's what I desire
It's hot as hell it burns like fire, burns like fire
Chorus:
How 'bout
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
And like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you
the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin' the top like a hot 45
Like "Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive"
Yeah, gettin' back into business
Rappers
it but you know it's coming
The cars are flying and the people dying
Now we're back on the wild side again
Africa screams hot, hard and mean
In Europe
Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy
Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found
the Grand Canyon from a hot air balloon
We're on a road trip
A road trip
The miles on the dash are doing back flips
There's nothing like finding
turns out you was blowin hot air, Kenny G
But you was cool, accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few
fam, its not for me
Its got to be, an opt at least
Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
So they gave us film, sport...and the gift to make a hot CD
I'm down on Bourbon Street again,
Down in that quarter of sin,
Standin' on a corner where I used to stand,
Down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog
[Chorus]
Call me a player cause I crush a lot
And I make that money, cause I make it hot
And we use to kick it, shoulda never stop
Girl u know
Heard hell was hot and dark, and the fire really burns
My lawyer firm, couldn't get this day to germ
So I'm sittin' on the edge of the bed, I lit a see, I
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
me
You were such a hot shot
You want to hold me
Whether you know it or not
Submit to me
A quick reply
This love is waiting
By candlelight
We both
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