Lyrics:
the best parts of everybody
The nights stick together like we do in our dreams
I'm not the type to make a scene so I wont
But you keep lookin at me turin me
and now it's like
Let me guess you're not the freaky type
And you don't get down on the first night
But I promise I'll make you feel so right
Come
every day
Cognac is cool, but I'm on gin (on gin)
Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah)
Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker's night
niggas listen
up a deuce
But it's not a Sprite (Not a sprite)
I already told you the truth, tell me
How I lie? (How?)
Don't make mе hold it from you
I won’t tell it
I love the way, you make me feel
I love it, I love it
I love the way, you make me feel
I love it, I love it
Yeah, this chick got me feelin' some
folding and shit
Know What I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!
[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
I wanna stunt with you
From the window
To the wall
Gonna give you, my all
Winter n summertime
When I get you on the springs
Imma make you fall
tonight
Make some noise
Meet me at the hotel room
Meet me at the hotel room
Meet me at the hotel room
Meet me at the hotel room
Forget about your
side
Till the early mornin' light
All I'm takin' is your time
Help me make it through the night
I don't care what's right or wrong
'N' I won't try
'n again
'Cause it sounded good to me
One more time!
We could jam in joe's garage
His mama was screamin',
"turn it down!"
We was playin'
Breathing Chronic in my system
Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm
Put that thing up in my kitchen
See your body type's to carry
Alright, kick it
I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
dropping MC's with just one punch
'cause it's the baddest of the bunch so call me Capt. Crunch
Slayin MC's, make em walk the plank
And what's next, start
I need a rich n**** no frontin
Can't sell me none
Type n**** Ill call I know he coming
Keep dat shit coming
He'll put it my hand, ten racks I'm
loves)
The truth, the truth
She loves everybody
Can't you tell by the signs?
She loves everybody
She gets off all the time
It's a dark philosophy
apart and left me alone
Don't know why you were patient and wasted good savin' on me
Maybe angels don't always have wings
I ain't that type of guy
bones
Just remember
Sing this song with me
Ain't nobody love you like I love you
You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (hey!)
Late
Alright, kick it
I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
noticin' me
Watch out, I've seen her type before
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is a bad girl
I've seen her type before
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
Yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Baby]
Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she f*** with nothin but gangsta (gangsta)
Type a n**** that a stank a gangsta
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
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