Lyrics:
the club she's heard great things about
I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath
I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use
The spirit was
love red-bottom and gold that say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love French tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that
fault
If you pass on a Kan' beat, that's your last fault
Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass low
She got a big booty, but she couldn't drop
say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't,
attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherf-, fly as a motherf-
And still the motherf- you love to hate
But can't, because you love what I
daddy's money
So you'll always get by
There's a little bit of hip
Missing from you're hop
You're from beverly hills stop
Pretending you're not
You
Baby light my fire
Tell me every little thing you want to do
I just want to love you (uh bob your head and move your feet)
Heads up, look out it's
got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said,
them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil'
got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said,
in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
Yellow tabs on my
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is
the club
Ain't got no time for love
All these boys
Feel like toys
Wearing them like a glove
Hollywood hills Hollywood hills
Hollywood hills Hollywood hills
Nothing sad as that day my girl father past away
So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't,
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
the vibes is strong
Salinas Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls,
Oh (Oh)
'Round here, we ridin' slow (Ridin' slow)
We keep it ghetto, you should know
(You should know)
Ain't no love in this club, we gettin' dough
bitch, my girls too
Why you in my ear? Don't wanna hear 'bout your crew
I ain't rollin' home with you or you or you
Ain't no love in this club, ain't
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Chef Boyardee
How I be cooking
The way I whip it up in the kitchen
My recipe for love
That's what you came for
If it gets too hot don't worry
praying for progress
If you live in the hills how you stay in the projects
So folks won't listen if they think what I'm saying is conscious
They'd rather
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