Lyrics:
(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT
[Chorus]
Hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by
Verse One:
And the saints come marching in
Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population
Caboose humming no fence me in a van
Elite beatboxer minus the raps
Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that
I literally keep three shottas
I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq
I have to work another night shift
I won't be coming home tonight
You don't have to worry where the time slips
Only by the night I come to life
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
At three A.M I hit the scene
Buck-toothed freaks drop at three-fifteen
Pull out with one ditch the other
I jumped in my ride and I burnt rubber
Party
It goes, hella hoes boppin'
Saturday 3 o'clock Camille rose shoppin'
6 p.m. flight for more club hoppin'
Landin' in H-town, damn they got it
It said 3:30 on my watch
Big show don't start 'till 9:00
Thought a cold one sure would hit the spot
She started pouring shots
It was only me
Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note,
Though by tomorrow you're gone;
The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote,
The melody lingers on.
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the king of Israel
And by the light of that same
underneath the mistletoe
Santa came down the chimney
About a half past three
Left all these pretty presents
That you, that you see before me, oh
Merry
cray all day, it's my full time job
Wild like a wolfpack, howlin' at the moon
Attack, attack, you've been bitten by the wolf
I ain't going nowhere, let
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Let's get together & make whoopee
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
me ma
As I got better, her body was eaten by Luchimia
Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
But even
I lift my eyes to see Your face
I know my help is in Your Name
In everything
Held by hands
Of mercy
And I will run and not grow weary
I will
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
Three years ago she left me in the valley
Said, the city life was what she wanted more
She said, life in the valley was to simple
Excitement was
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