Lyrics:
heavy (hey!)
She had me feeling like she's ready to blow (watch out!)
Oh! (watch out)
She's saying, come get me (come get me)
So I got up and followed
a 48 Pull a 72 quick
Blow his ass down like he made of toothpicks
Put the guns down bitch I still got 2 first
Knock his ass out ion give 2 shits
Yo bitch
don't wanna waste away now
Got no place to stay, I'm online
Got no way out gonna give me a heart attack
What do I say now? Dear God, I pray now
Got no way
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Tryin' to make it, but never ever will
But never ever will because niggas is like, we out here naked
Always by ourself, though
Hit the blunt so I can get
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street
Too
Bitch I go by BG, so I'm like hollon lemme in it
Me and my brothers on a mission, catch yo ass then boy you finish
If I get caught won't say thang,
(Ain't going out like a sucker, no way)
I hate college remix
I hate college but love all the parties
Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
Lil Kim
Got dissed by Eminem
Said I dress real feminine
First week out, did real low numbers
40, 000 unit's, next week it went under
By the third week,
Niggas be acting like bitches vice versa
Had To go run up my digits like Curtis
Blow
They say I tweak for the price of a show
Call me T James baby
feet
Sacks to peel, rock that body
In the club by 10, 'lil mami you're tardy
Wanna play cops and robbers? Mami you naughty
Yum yum out, yum yum bad
inspirational
'Cause I was inspired by the greatest
And now I'm just spitting on the remix
I gotta finish the intro, but I'm just getting started
Imma go from
Check it out now
I work the angles like off the cushion in the side pocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors yup
We
and flip it to remix like a sound
I got niggas all on stand by and hoes they on go though
No specific genders shooters, that ain't known for taking photos
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
lil baby I'm lying
Catch him out by his self then we blaming em
I'm with yo bitch shooting porn we some amateurs
Better pray when you run you don't run
walk
No 9 to 5, ain't on the clock
I paint your picture out of chalk
Gon' run the pack, but don't get blocked
Stuntin' bitch, I gotta go
That blinkie
wouldn't of did it but I got no limit
You already know that I'm sick with the written
I pull up and blow it down and let it go around
And I know somebody
Check it out now
I work the angles like off the cushion in the side pocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors yup
We
plenty drums. I can't go no where with out my sticks
Put em down cause we heard he asking what we bout
I got eyes and ears everywhere, gone die by word
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind
Yo' senses
like uh-huh, click click, see'mere, don't run nigga
All I want to know is
Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is
I heard
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