Lyrics:
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
life
I'm down by 2 points and a 3 can win the game
[Chorus]
What you gone do girl, you got the ball, make a move girl, you got my heart, take
like everybody knows
all the guys tryna get with her, but i'm the one she chose
i can tell by the way that you look at me
this is what you like (this is
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
be cunch
SJ got half the 9 on a shank
Startin' to feel like a TBT
So I give my young guys the four-by-four
Tell them, "Go the L," not 3X3
They
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
she be like "5-4-3"
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (yeah)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique
Yeah! Yeah! Slim Thugga!
I don't think they ready for this beat
We gon take them boys to Texas right quick
You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk
Flair, nigga
(Woo) the power's in my hair, nigga
(Woo) I give this beat the chair, nigga
Soho or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money,
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Y'all gon' get me bowed up
When that beat hit it's like three kicks
In your knees up to your nose, huh
You knows us
young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the 'eer, she beat up the payment
I don't give a 'eer, baby he
Yeah three in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby
Fuck y'all
The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time
(M1 on the beat)
I stop rappin' and reoffended (uh)
You know when the trap needs mendin' (fixin')
Too much mix in the brizzy (brizzy)
you know
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin'
the kitchen cooking beats I'ma eat
Whether it's breakfast lunch dinner or a midnight snack
When inspiration run up on you cannot look back
So it don't matter if
featuring Diamond D Grand Puba
[Diamond D] Ninety three it's time man
(All out yo because youknowhatI'msayin..)
[Fat Joe]
transformer
I take world famous models to an all you can eat
Rib House then back to mine to slaughter the meat
I'm an audio freak and by a quater to three
snitching on me (I got em)
Told my mom im evil
Bitches acting phony (Bitches acting phony)
No dont show no love
Because im by my lonely (because im by my
the real, never fuck with the fake
The bitches in my camp beat up niggas like drake
Flow like lava fire and brimstone, fire
Drop that fire by the shit load,
put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let
the whole world pass me by
Now I'm on my way
I'll need everything tonight
To let the whole world pass me by
Get paid
Work for the eight
Wait for the four
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