Lyrics:
cold with a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
Just get off wall,let's have a ball
The '70's are gone,it's the '80's ya'll
Grab a flygirl by the hand and ask her to dance
c'mon fellas don't be
Say what? We gon' rush the club
We gon' rush the club (yeah)
Yo, we gon' rush the club
We gon' rush the club
It was a hot club night, quarter
by the whole system
That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I
Yeah ayo Trick how you gonna come up with something like this man, yeah
When this come on they gone be like uh huh
haha, Red Zone, yo B2K
Yo where
Yeah ayo Trick how you gonna come up with something like this man, yeah
When this come on they gone be like uh huh
haha, Red Zone, yo B2K
Yo where
Yo blackedy
You know I'm your number one biggest fan
Look I just sit by my loan and I overthink everything really gotta take my time
I be telling
by phone
And she passing all her classes
Pay tuition on her own
Tell them bitches this yo song
Turn it up before the speakers say (okay)
I got my own
Yo miss lemme introduce myself
I don't wanna see you dance by yourself
I want you to be mine
Can I get your number, 079
Yo miss lemme introduce
got party favors for you by the boatload
When I show up all my diamonds doing cameo
When I pull up everybody be like daddy Yo
Scccrrr sccrr with your
it while the getting's good and just jump on it
Minute by minute, yo, hour by hour
Kid 'n Play got soul power
We're gittin funky
We're not profilin,
Piper picked peppers
But Tab rocked rhymes-a
1, 2, 3, 4, several times-a
Heavy rotation played by every kind-a
Radio stations blastin' every mind-a
Yo jazzy whats happening man
Yo ice cream tee is that jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
Yeah tey made that rap tune girls aint nutin but trouble
Those
Yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh
No oh oh oh whoa
Yeah
Hold up can't let you walk by
Youre a star and youve got me on fire
Tonight Im not gonna let you go
green got yolla
Got purple by the pound haze
Fluffy like your sofa
That's how we move it
Like it ain't nothing to it
Get the work bust it down
And run
That there my boy like he barnacle
I throw away all yo articles
Swiftly dismiss em
I feel phenomenal
Still break you down to a particle
I done been
he'll never get his shit back Belee that
I gotta get it, that's by any means
From a place where yo friends like yo enemies
Destined for greatness i know
This is a rap, where I do
Not use the letters A, E, i or U
Try to find one
Yo, yo, follow my flow, not hollow or slow
My motto's: YOLO, tomorrow go
it by myself I don't need nobody help Work (x2)
All these bad bitches wanna hang with a star Told her give me brain First whatchu call a head start
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
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