Lyrics:
swear I try to tell 'em (tell 'em)
Lampin' in this penthouse, I started from the cellar (cellar)
And if she want that hammer all up in her, I'ma nail
had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood
had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood
the audible
Alley-oop the hoe just like Vince Carter do
Aye my chain dancing like Ricky Martin, ooh
Eastside is my side where I started fool
Aye this grill in
and get a shower
Got a bad bitch, she brain me good like I'm Austin Powers
Made me lose track of time, I done fucked up all my hours
If I ever touch
could never take Aaliyah home
Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone
With the stale face cause they know it's they song
She shallow but
hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney, leave some crying
Rest in peace to all the deceased its the king
She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine
I've never seen a girl like
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
could never take Aaliyah home
Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone
With the stale face cause they know it's they song
She shallow but
What do they ever hope, ever hope to gain?
Will my country fall, stand or fall?
Is it too late for us all?
And did Martin Luther King just die in
'm clutchin' the shit
like my nickname mcgrady
I know that I want it
Can't ever get lazy
Applyin' the pressure like I'm Gary Payton
I'm outside in the foreign
Dime and I'm leaky
You a rat ok mikey
She gon' ride on the dicky
Watch your back boy you Ricky
Fine and she freaky
It gon' bounce like with Freaky
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
nigga do not kome play w me
Aye aye just throw your Vz up
Told my niggas don't freeze up
All gas no break I kan never wait
Tell them niggas keep up
She's
you name it (whudd?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moa (moa!)
Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)
Khaled's the boss
Like Ricky's the Ross
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Acting real cocky and counting my cash
Like Ricky Bobby
You ain't first then you last
Been had day one's
But they gone by day two
Rap still alive
a spanish chic my friends say
that loves head, salsa, merengue
mi favora con esta chocha
like Ricky Martin, livin la vida loca
Chorus:
(Beatnuts)
I love
wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
Rara get you ricky'd
G4 hit my dm he say
Xanny we the biggest in this shit
I won't cap on shit I say
I did or seen that shit
Before I ever seen
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
bags
I can cop her a 2003
Make her smile when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CDs and DVDs
Take you to BeBe's and BCBG
I can get you in the places
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