Lyrics:
the rumors girl it's not what you think
Wanna tell you the ? big with me
You were start in the club and make it ? when we ?
We gonna make a motion picture,
I'm smoking
You think we compare
Please that had me choking
Laughed so much I almost fell out my damn chair
Watch the throne
Got here by staying driven
myself on a silver screen, huh
Tonight, it don't matter who you are
I'm the only star on the scene
You know what I mean?
Man, I hate makin'
can not standby
Watching her as just walk by
Excuse me miss do you have time
To sit down and drink some wine
And I bet you now that you mighty fine
But
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on
[Chorus]
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on
CHORUS
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls in the park
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
Ima speak on some truth in a minute
Viewers discretion be advised
These people are legit demons who like to rape and eat children
They do all types
front of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, "Fuck Mix-A-Lot!"
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I gotta love 'em
They think my head is big,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
Ah, come get it
Alright
The pretty club girls, they look so fine
But you don't wanna mix your damn desire
If you wanna try then get it
Ah, bitch, come
your interests are, who you be with?)
To convince you, I'm the one you should leave with
(Things to make you smile, what, what numbers to dial)
Girl, I
my girl phone, nigga you know what this is
I didn't give myself her number nigga
Are you fuckin' her?
[Hahaha
Oh you think think this shit funny nigga?
calculating you ain't do the math
Student of the game I made through the class
Trying to make a statement? They know who to ask
Tell them straight up where
what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really
phony (phony)
They say Rob, "I got your back", Rob, "you the man"
But they really doubting me, bitch you know who you are
Bitch I bought you a car,
me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed
need a girl who gone say that she love me
I don't care what people think
So why would I even explain myself, you know?
You know
Myself
You know
Myself
you like to do...talkhowyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool,
'Cause
you like to do...talkhowyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool,
'Cause
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Course I love you.. I love all why'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this
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