Lyrics:
Yo whassup P?
Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
na, na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
On your mark, ready, set, let's go
DJ Reggy
Gettin' jiggy wit it
dey gotta learn
Im the n***a you cant fade b***h I got it permed
My sh*t butta other n****s dont know how to churn
Murder everything (beat the case) nah
Infinite six, eternal the six
forever the six I sits outta da flames
Sick minded soldiers wit suffering
singing and searching to stable severe for some pain
One day gon pull up Maybach truck hop out fresh wit my new Richard
Member dukes was on my ass because I didn't clean the kitchen
Know I'm married
fresh, clean, same as my team
And you know it's on and poppin' once I steps on the scene
Wit my Fitted On Lean
Yeah, I said my Fitteds too clean
Yeah
I be
Hell No!
I'm the bitch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin funny
when I fuck on you guys
damn right! I'm the bitch of da night
no
Hell No!
I'm the bitch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin funny
when I fuck on you guys
damn right! I'm the bitch of da night
no
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
taste it, you taste it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.
Y-O-G-O-T-T-I, fuck nigga play wit me
Tunnel vision
Verse1
Eyes low
Born high
Chronicles of
Bad to da bone
Wit No breaks
Still in transit
Loud as fuck
Flying to China
Fuck it
Closed
dizzy
Still scared of p*ssy
So I just let b*tches kiss me
Getting a feel for da streets
And I'm getting addicted
I ain't going back home
Sh*t my mama gon
Spoonie Gee, T La Rock, Special K
Chuck Chillout, Eric B, Funkmaster Flex
All respects due
Doug E Fresh, Nice & Smooth
Kid Capri, Kool G Rap, DJ Starski
I just wanna dance (Dance)
I just wanna move (Move)
I just wanna grove the night away
So step back, cause I came to slay
Fresh fits with my fresh
the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we da elemant,
And you irrelevant, get down off this sh~t,
I don't pay attention to your hatin'
Got the whole hood on lock
I'm out here working
Wit a yellow and a red in the drop
Lil nigga came from the bottom
Ran with the guap
Got the whole hood
know da deal what's good wit cha
That's my time I gotta peel been good nigga
Fresh off them papers I been riding in that chevy thang
With the same cutie
Mean muggin', all dese bitches choosin', make me feel like Megatron Don Juan
Bitch I'm flyer den da Aud'bon, niggas starin' wat da pro'lom?
Fresh ah
Slatt
God
A*T
Smoked a funky joint I feel fresh As f**k
Make a n***a rob his own mama Before he think bout us
Make Dj bring the drama before This
taste it, you taste it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.
Y-O-G-O-T-T-I, fuck nigga play wit me
We getting money n*gga
We getting bread
We getting bands
We dropping cash
Make em walk it out
We don't do drive bys
But we do walk downs
We in our
Chevrolet Ssm, 24 Asante's dead fresh pimp
You think I'm ridin peanut butter, naw that's chocolate chip
I love the way da paint drip, love the way da paint
[Intro: Kellz N Twista]
Where Da Homies At?
Where Da Girls At?
Can U Get Wit That?
R.Kelly N Twista
Where Da Homies At?
Where Da Girls At?
Can U Get
They say when a really nigga talk
You should listen
Nah nigga
Not my niggas
Get fly wit us
Get live wit us
Nah nigga
You kno the man
Boy fresh off
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