Lyrics:
drive-by when it's beef
Like a skirt steak
Grilled in my palm like it's Earth Day
I need a Barrymore 50 First Dates
Do a bitch wrong, she gon' know it all
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
our songs will sound in someone’s else’s ear
Or whether the thoughts we share are heard very clear
There isn’t much that you will do, that is really
gowhereyalike,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowhoyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Alright, here we go,
guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowhoyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Alright, here we go, y'all:
butterfly to me
You're my safari fantasy
Girl this is heaven to me
Baby we are like coconut and banana trees
(It's a tropical)
Tropical chemistry
Like
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
out)
Girl is out at night
Now, don't you ask yourself
Who they are
Like everybody else
They wanna be a star
Yeah, yeah, they're just bad girls
The boys keep dropping there jaws
Can never get enough
We make them stop and stare
We see them everywhere
And now you know who we are
Tonight your living
drink just drip dropping
No clock no clock will be tocking
We timeless we timeless and the roads are infinite
We timeless we timeless and our thoughts are
a caterpillar just cocooned
Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks
So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box
CHORUS
[Keith Murray]
Dearly beloved we are
underestimate him, who do you think that you are?
“Go! go!
to the next one”
is what they telling me, gone onto the next song
Flow! flow!
like a jet, son
I'm
shxtting right in the mouths of rivals
Who deny espousal that I and mine are The Crown
And we enliven the crowd
'Cuz every line is resounding
Until you're
money we can settle things
It can be anything
Tell me who's that girl with dirty tricks in the back?
Who's that girl she only here for the bag
Who's that
after no bitch, I'm no cheetah
Run up the racks like a meter
Feel like Tom Brady, I lead 'em
We sippin' wok by the liter, yeah
We sippin' wok by
fast to deke, so I passed
To this girl who outlasts his ass and we win
Beezin cause weed got chiefed and
All of my gin made sins outta good thoughts
Pot
who you wit!
If you hang wit the squad, you bound to get scarred
Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggas run the yard
'Round here we blow trees,
around the way
Who are you? Why you in the town today
He said his girl was such a big fan
I told him take her home before we give her wisdom
We make money,
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
far, ain't no stoppin' us
Who knew? Who knew that we would take it this far?
I, I love you so just be who you are
Who knew? Who knew that we would
a winner
All of this exotic fruit
What the hell we have for dinner
Shawty brought her posse
They remind me of the Cheetah Girls
Beggin' for some change
I
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