Lyrics:
of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive,
shot
And the corset I wear to keep my insides in was hurting
And I did three sets of fifteen pushups
and four sets of ten setups
But then my insides
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till morning
Like Marino strong armin' the game
but I'm not retiring till I got a championship ring
poppin champagne simple and plain
check the map
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
guzzlin' forties
We're bout to rob and steal and get real fuckin' naughty
One carries a three pound the other a four fifth
Both ready to buck
to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya
seat, caught in a daze
Turned around and saw a white man's face covered in shades
I must've passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out
Three
of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive,
find skate 1 thousand
2 Dope gotta keep his own style
Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse
ICP make the whole car hop
When we let the bass drop
Inner
(Who) the one who can leave with your main chick
(Who) can fuck four girls from the same clique
(Who) Mr. Right (Who) Make sisters fight
(Who) ain't
sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you
you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's your ice cream like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type
born.
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
a way out
Find me a way out
Find me a way out
Today
I'm leaving cause it's
1 am
2 am
3 am
4 am
5 am
6 am
Get busy
Find me a way out
Find me a way out
eating snow crab, I'm in the street like the dope man
We do drive-bys in Mopeds, smoke strong like Popeye, Conan
I beat the pussy up, I just throat jab,
a couple o's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
You should get back five
bangin
Unlocked Chewbacca mode goin in
Watchu wearin?
I wear Chuck Taylor
Copped 1 2 3 4
Fresh clean walkin out the store
I really want some more
Miss
on the paper like daily mail
And just because we had sex
One two three four times don't mean that you know me well
Ahh
Don't mean that you know me well
Oh yeah
the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed
ride 4 me I ride 4 you
(Verse 2)
And when you pop them muthafuckas
You pop them bitches till they stop bleed
I'm coming through and my glock leaps
said.
So let them go to saturn...that's
Where they'll learn instead.
Because black and white
Together is right...
And white by itself is
An egotistic elf.
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
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