Lyrics:
at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you
me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I'll attack you all
Snuck through the back door, guess
Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote.
Here I am comfortable
Surrounded by stings and bows.
Let everyone else go.
Nights
She be with the crew before you even introduce her
Yea, I'm on that next level
You, you have no clue sir
This is what I do, I'm faded and I'm too
name was Larry Davis
The brown skinned brother with the shelltoe flavas
People talkin shit it's yo' next door neighbours
About me n' KRS
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Inside a department store
Where no one looked before they locked the door
So I'm waiting overnight
Consumed by love, just starving for the lightning
This
girl shake it like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
Hole in the door fo'
Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
niggaz thrive
And lame motherfuckers can barely survive
[Verse 1]
One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch
Took a shower dried off brushed the gold
Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?)
Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your shit
You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch)
(Bring your black
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
dropped off
(Gettin' dropped off)
(Gettin' dropped off)
(Gettin' dropped off)
(Gettin' dropped off)
Ring, ring, ring on the doorbell of the next door
not far away,
Black Brigitte Bardot Beyonce,
Avantgarde, lanvin socks
Call me Picasso, I'm art on yachts,
Pardon me, oui, in Paris,
Champagne
Cold!
I know my cold heart turns
Warm at the front door
Love my family, love my Outlawz
But when I step outside I
Feel my blood freezing
Question if it's
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
bang! bang! (that's what I showed her)
Hey! make way for the drill team!
Hey! and the party we will bring!
Hey! make way for the drill team!
She ain't
big no-no)
I don't need the police at my front door
(No po-po, no po-po at my front door)
House party go until six-somethin' (go, go, go, go, go)
plastic surgery
Went from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party
Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked
back
(What?)
Yeah to do that it take skills (Skills)
ATM next door printin' bills (Bills)
Diamond football, chillin' in a damn box
Jet ski, even though
Stood on every couch, in the A at the black party
No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody
You laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little
'round the Prairie Dog Town
They lay in wait 'neath the Dakota moon
For the chance to make you
Their next victim soon
Poppin' up, poppin' down
Burrowing,
sight muscle
This rap shit is just my night hustle
My J-O's to stay fearin' of my G-O-D
Whether what may meet me at the front door
See the pressure
When you think the partys over
Look over your shoulder
Well be coming back for more
I know I might seem weird
One day I'm around, the next
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