Lyrics:
showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!)
Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your
the microphone ripper
Back in the days, I acted in ways
Like a young B-boy
Now I be that B-boy with an album named BE
Girls smile at me and say they like that
Song
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
to watch a boy be by your side
If I see that dawg then it's a drive by
Splash his chest red no tie dye
If you ain't a snitch boy like 69
Then back your boy
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
you gotta say to that boy
Wait til you come face to face with that boy
Coming out the basement with it
Imma show em how to get it
How to go how
Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down
Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth,
Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up
on me
And you believing it
Girl whatever you wanna talk about
But can you let me in and maybe then kick me out
[bridge]
I've got my boys out
They
the front to the back
Make that booty go clap
To this bonus track
Evey time you walk by
Make the boys look back
Make ya spine poke out
Like ya ass too fat
the skrilla
BHP, FV, I'm just sayin nobody's realer
(Nobody) Fuck you and your feelings, boy
(They know) Fuck you and your feelings, boy
(They know) Fuck you
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
Coronavirus in effect
a flight here, pop a xan for ya boy
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy
Long flight home, another xan for your boy
You would probably fly out to Japan for
you're soakin' in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Since, "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still
When she makes your heart ache (No)
I'll do what it takes (Ah)
Don't look at my face (Don't do it)
Her and I, we ain't worked out
Now you might call it
spin 'round
Jacket's on, I'm out the door
Tonight I'm gonna burn this town down
And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening
better handle it
Your time has ticked for the
Loc you can't fuck with
Causin' damage and you still
Can't manage to deal
With a nigga like me that's out for
and women who like rock stars
Baby I'm a wild boy
I fall out bars play guitars and I smoke cigars
Baby I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy boy boy
I'm a wild boy
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got
trust me
Nobody can't claim that they buss me
Cuh man was out there on a fuckery
Plus we don't even talk too much
That's the reason why your girl wanna
Coke boys, just stay up on em, wants to get em open
Go and slaughter, haters trading thoughts with brain storms
We all existing for dreams whether
you're soakin' in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Since, "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still
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