Lyrics:
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
got it dumb crowded
Lost in her intelligence, she's leaving me dumbfounded
In her mind, I remain destitute
With nothing left to do but right heavy tunes
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
Doll then, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em we got one
No, I can't fit it in my pocket
Got a quarter million cash, I can't fit it in my pocket
Me and Asian Doll
reside by
We don't do drive byes
We walk up and shoot
Polices asking questions
We say "we don't have a clue"
Man I Been on some other shit boy
Like
"why
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy
(I wanna rock right now)
Say what jeff
(I wanna rock right now)
What you wanna do
(I wanna rock right now)
What you wanna do jeff
(I wanna rock right
want to rock right now)
What you want to do Jeff
(I want to rock right now)
Say what now
(I want to rock right now)
Break it up for 'em Jeff
(I
you all in my face? I'm
Tryna do my thing dude back off
I'll have Barry smack the fuck out of you
Everybody wanna know what they
Can get out you
Aww
tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing
Cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by holla at your boy
I find
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
Ok lemme tell you bout Jerome,
Just a young black boy growing up in Reading,
Dad died young mummy raising em alone,
Fearless black queen but she
driver nigga
Damn right boy them units got a chauffeur
I can't sleep without it nigga
Damn right gotta chopper by the sofa
Look at me whippin', I'm
now)
I need a blimp to say the worlds ours (right now)
So these niggas can know I do what they can't
I'm stuntin' for all the people who ain't
You still
a father in your life... I want you to stand up and sing this part right here)(Hey)
Tell em!
[Bridge:]
Ain't nothing gonna break me down (Yes sir)
Hurricane, then Soulja Boy (That's right)
Then the African prince of Collipark, V.I.C. yup!
The dance floor silly, the ladies gon' feel me
The fellas in
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
can tell when you've got it right
Watch him 'Cause when it's right
He sings
Oh, a little red light (Shake'em on down)
A little green light, oh
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
before
And if you wasn't present
I really can't tell you bout
Some of the things
I done seen before
Keep my eater closed
I know these streets get cold
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of <em>La Banda Corbariem> were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
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