Lyrics:
get the fuck out
'Cause I know where the hoes be fienin'
Plus your fat ass got my six deuce leanin'
Bust a U on the avenue
Why oh why there
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
and my hand is on the Bible
Oh-oh-whoa
I be feelin' like I'm Spike Lee
'Cause my life's a movie based on how they watch me
Leather jacket, Steve Maddens-
cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I'm like oh shit we gon' tear up this bitch, pull out
Un-derwater, Un-der-derwater,
Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta
Hold your breath, MC's, my rhyme's underwater.
I tried to mix a cut from
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin' they dicks to the XXL Magazine (uh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed
verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin' they dicks to the XXL Magazine (uh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating
on my wrist I ain't stressing
Cash on the beat cause it sound expensive
When I see what I want I ain't apprehensive
Club full of thugs trying release
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
sucked my wee-wee in preschool (woo!)
The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike
While I blow my brain out, just to see what it feels like
'Cause
down and speed it up up
You're body bang
See that double butt mix with whats up in my cup
Makes me want you in this club club!
You're body bang, bang
Thursday night I be drinking the with homies
Pull up to the club you know all the bitches love me
At the pregame we got the henny and the sprite
My
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
spin the 12's and eating some chicken
And like the drink, we would mix it up good and spike it
Penned down the words to the song
The way I like it
We
out
Barrels to your face
And blow your fucking face off
Cause you know my mind is golden oh
Happen to catch me a Beverly show
Body fell asleep but my
Ehhh
Wyclef with Pitbull,
The clubs ain't safe tonight
[Chorus]
Mamacita so nice to meet ya,
You drunk off that rum,
You shouldn't drive
Ay, and I just got back from Tokyo ay
I put spikes on all my chucks now ay
I'm in pluto I ain't coming down ay
And I'm cooking Amy Winehouse ay
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
on your lower,baby oh
I promise that I’ll not let you for no one
Ah my brother I talk em o
That girl she too like money
Small Boy no fit carry her o
By
of the…?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the…?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
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