Lyrics:
I'll hit you later on
When I'll get to my office
Your kisses are sweet, maybe the surface
Cha-cha-cha, jump in my car
Feeling just like a star
Trying
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
a-a-a-llright
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash it's a gas, gas, gas
Ooh yeah
Cha-na-na-na-na honey
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was down with a strap
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
and give me song
By Strauss
By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So, I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me an oom-pa-pah by Strauss!
It laughs, it
a twist, now I'm tryin' to fix it
[MURS]
What you mean my dad's room? Nigga is you crazy?
And what's up with them glasses, what'cha eye kinda lazy?
Anyways
"I'm right, all ready
If you're ready for me, " uh
I eat food with my hands
Do the Cha-Cha when I dance
I'm no good at making plans (yeah, yeah)
Fresh
own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
do what
the fuck we gotta do
[Chorus: Mystikal]
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
all in my feelings
Yeah
I'm all in my feelings
Oooh (Cha cha)
Oooh (Cha cha cha)
Oooh
Wish I could smile
But I'm all in my feelings
Nothing but
the techniques
Weak... nobody in me possee
[Culture Freedom]
T'cha, T'cha! Please teach the untaught one
[Wise]
Strictly I be ghetto so you know it's from
This is the story of bee
You tea fool Mango
Cotton & how her
Marma-lady voice got
Stolen by one DJ
(dodgy) Queenie Nylon
Day-glo Doof only
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
and
A lot of you nigga's want to be like me
Verse One: {Tec-9}
I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy
Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha nigga
You better
without'cha
Sometimes I'm clear in my head again
When I remember you it was forgotten
I don't wanna see no mo' reality
I got a key to the door for a place
Hahahahaha...
T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha
I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP
I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC
I am a teacher
am I doing too much?
See you got me all alone
Waiting right here by the phone
For you to call me
Just to hear your voice tone
I keep on wonderin'
If
the one that I know for sho'
Is gonna make sure got harmed by no one, by no one
[Sundown]
So many snake ass niggas I come around with my trigger
And V
without no comma
That's a red flag (no, cha-ching)
He ain't no boss, he can't do what he wanna
Now, that's a red flag (nah)
Don't confuse these carats
back'you wanna know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat with your noise,
With your dirt overdo me.
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