Lyrics:
S-S-S-S s-S-S-S-SOS
S-S-S-S-SOS
What's up, girlfriend? Something's goin' on
You got a look about you
Tell me what's wrong?
Is that your boyfriend
Half a gallon of Georgie Porgie
And cranberry: that's the P.O.P
Love passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them shits together and then we have an orgy
let go
Then you find something smooth on the radio
That makes you wanna sway to the left and sway to the right
Get lost in a groove that'll make
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
bitch
Niggas eating popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct hollering rape
I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
cause to me that mean something
A few wrong moves made my heart wan cease function
I can't just give my feelings easy yo I need trust in
Also with stupid
something else entirely
By sitting back idly
As things go wrong
Sing your song, all day long
Till you feel strong to defuse that bomb
It might be long gone by
friends can't let them stand by me
Put all bull shit behind
Smoking with a bitch that look just like ashanti
If you don't know me please don't call me
we was homies
But you comin' at me like you don't know me
You think you do, but you're probably wrong
I'm surrounded by more babies than Ashanti songs,
brotha (uh)
If U got something U like I'll mix it up and make it cooler (Yes)
I rock the speakers from the East to the West
And when we kick it
I'm here
something that he had nothing to do with
They gave my nigga life they try to say he was a nuisance (Free cheese)
Free the guys that got caught up in the mix
Steady, smooth
Steady, smooth
Watch how I move
Watch how I move
Steady, smooth
Locked in with the groove
Watch how I move
Watch how I move
Steady,
while jamming to this frightening mix
So I give it a try, won't let this chance pass me by
Though when I get there, I feel like I might die, 'cause they
movement, trying to get me by surprise
Creating a confusion to inhibit any blooming
To me it's all just static like the needle when the groove ends
There used
by my shoe
Foreign whip
I skurt off with the loot
Foreign bitch
She don't know what to do
Hopped out
In the 212
Mix it up
Show how you do
I'm trynna
could be right, what they say about two wrongs
'05 I was sneaking into groove lounge
Trying to get my groove on sipping on a yukon
Shots of number Seven
long
Through different lens, she says i'm taking the pic wrong
It's long
It's wrong
Slip disk
Hits hard
Don't get hit on
Don't mix it strong
It's long
something corny so
We can laugh now and get back in the vibe
Reggae to reggaeton, bachata, play the song
Just take my hand and we'll groove through the night
with is a bed to myself
Stuck in my shell to ponder how I fell so
Can’t Sleep cause I dread it barely hanging by a thread
And sinking deeper by
slick
You find something then you hide it with a drum chick
Takin' apart every rap that's on the charts
Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain't
might make a love song
Give her something to cope on, They got me with the ropes on
She text me with a rope on, I'm like, whoa, honey
Since your nigga
wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong, yeah, yes it is
She was grateful, lookin' for ways to repay me
No money, a donut,
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