Lyrics:
[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)
(Battle zone, Goodie)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha want to do
fun, large sons shooting machine guns
Population adjustment will be adjusted by an intellgent villain
Guerilla warfare killing
Amplifies, fear tears
the road again)
I'm with my black woman let me tell you (why)
Black women's evil, do things on the sly (no)
You look for your supper to be good and hot
Fellows, if you're arn
I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones.
Once he had the blues
So he took a cruise
Far away from
love our women thick
But don't ever trust a hoe
I live my live fast
And I like my music slow
I say a lil prayer
Before I walk up out the door
I'm coming
live by the law
Boy you is not a Christian
Why you putting it on God?
Me and twin like Beavis and Butthead
Pretty women listen to Versatility
And they
(two time, two time)
Trap nigga, made it (trap!)
It's a hot-hot summer yeah, hot-hot summer yeah
Watch me pop out the coupe like I shoot out
women in the club
We know what you want
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse
be dyin to make
Think you're hot nigga yeah right
Hot in the ass fuck around
Get shot in the ass
It's all you you can hate if you want
Beatnuts keep
the tongue twister
Big Pun'll make you come til you cough up a lung sister
I ain't playin I be layin the laws sprayin your jaw
Makin em all pray, I came
just from the snippets
She want me she gotta wait a minute
I got a big line full of hella women
But I don't care y'all can have these women
They not gon'
the song
Fucking grown with two phones for what?
To get a watch like this
Cause I got the bag on me
Laminate the picture
All these women can't say they
the time pass by
There's a young girl growing into a women
She's got a big heart but they always use it
Her smiles fake but she keep moving
Don’t stop baby
All the time
With the women in the city
I be on they mind all the time
Women in the
City
Yo, sí
I be losing my mind all the time
With the women in
Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky, woo
With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea
You can rest all day by the hickory tree
got big guns like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Drug money them livin the fast life
Traumatized by the rules of the street life
Yeah sex, money, women
If you snore like ee-or then you best be raw
Cause I'll turn up
Boy I ain't gang, I ain't gonna put a gun up
Ima bun up when it's sun down
Finish
a couple women with some fire ass pussy,
Like hot sauce tenders straight from R&J’s Chicken.
We got dat sauce!
Hot, hot, hot homie…
Call it Pasco Tabasco-
good they gon play me a foo
I know these women they pick and they choose
I know nobody don’t play by no rules, no
I ain’t ever gon come back home
It just
Yo, Big Shaq, the one and only
Man's not hot, never hot
Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
Boom
Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
pretty good
But it could get better than this
Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard
[Method Man, Chinky]
Uh huh... no ID
It's another one right here... I love women
Know why [why nigga?]... cause they love me back
Come on, come
work
This joint called the hot house
They had some big top women there
And who, they then came out
I said girl you sure look fine
With your uniform gone
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