Lyrics:
motherfuckin' pussy (come here, daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy B, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
pussy (come here daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy P, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just a groupie
chill and lay
In the sack I rub her back when we're resting
It was love at first sight my confession
She know who she is can't say her name
Cause if I
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
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 about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?
[Chorus: x2]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in
we about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?
[Chorus: x2]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in
Two players on a hoodrat chase
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face
First thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
Alexander McQueen
She and her chicas hopped in that Bentley SUV
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Who the hell is she?"
Crew lookin' like, "Ow," bodies like,
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
Keep you by my side, I would never leave you stranded
I just wanna see you excel like spreadsheet
Fuck your ex-boyfriend, that man is a deadbeat
She get
2M 2M 2M 2M
Back to back with foreign cars
They look like who is that
Thought a nigga movin' shiesty cuz I ain't wan take off my mask
My business
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
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
tight like gloves
I seen em Tuesday night hanging at the club
I say what's up Tamika boo, what's up with you
She said Mauseburg skandelous, nigga so
Hitting the club I'm just leaving with two
Niggas be copying the wave idk who is who
Chasing the paper I'm addicted to blues
Imma go all the way I
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
.jpg/220px-Brandy_Norwood_–_Brandy_(album).jpg "Brandy")
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