Lyrics:
Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X
White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
You know that America ain't ready for the sound
from dem white boyz.. (white boyz)
some past closure
Penetrate your mind
Then ur body
Luv it how we go with flow
When u round me
You gon make me crash my
Jeep Jeep Jeep Jeep babe
Have
house
Coming to get me, yup
Dressed like I'm at the club
Come here to get me
He came to pick me up
In a big black truck
Where you wanna go
Anywhere you
What's beef? Beef is when you make ya enemies start the Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than twenty deep
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed
dirty
Cuz y'all boys ain't on my level
Dirty dirty
Got stupid money in the Bank
Dirty dirty
In these streets I got the top rank
Dirty dirty
With a mind
My names in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy?s bike
The preacher came by and I
like a two-way street
The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat
Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
Every sparkle in the club that
club
Have me a good time, before my time is up
Hey, let's get it now
Ooh, I want the time of my life, yeah (Mr. Worldwide)
Oh, baby
Ooh, give me
ya mind, homie
Just rhyme, homie
Kick ya little lies, I kick my real facts
Like you sneakn out the back of the source soundlab
We wasn't chasin, naw,
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike
My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I
All my girls all my thugs in the club have some fun
All around just put it down right now and have some fun
Tomorrow ain't promised at all so you
a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
(Dirty Money)
Bitch-ass niggas stay scared of us
Come at me no time, got you on my mind (uh-huh)
Let just spend your money and come sit on your mind
My name's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I
club
Have me a good time, before my time is up
Hey, let's get it now
Ooh, I want the time of my life, yeah (Mr. Worldwide)
Oh, baby
Ooh, give me
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike
My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I
we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmm! Good times
And there was this man
All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We
on Keesha and Shante'
Rolling it like this track was raggae
I roll through the hottest club!
With about a hundred thugs!
Get about a thousand bucks
For
your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was working at the club you would not
I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks
nothin', no frontin'
I bring the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours
Fools on the street want to feel the funk
She say she's looking for love
You know we had to do it again, right?
All the girls in the club know what's up
She say she under cover though
featuring Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard
[RZA]
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo
Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
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