Lyrics:
army
Wear those colors that make you look like you belong
Hey boy, cut your hair!
Come give it to me
March to the left, right, march to the left
to the double disc
now they all spit - like they all legit
frank tell em how we hit
(Biggie)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
Hey girls, I gotta tell you somethin' about boys - Who needs 'em?
Who needs those nasty old boys
Boys - who needs 'em
They only bring trouble
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
up get that shirt untucked
Tell em we don't give a fuck
Put ya hands to the stars
In the night time
In the day let em sway
Towards the blue sky
I got
Hey yeah boy yeah, I said what I said, hoe
Hey yeah boy yeah, I said what I said, hoe
Hey yeah boy yeah, said what I said, Luda
Ha still nobody
myself, cuz I don't mess with the people
Rhude shoes on, new shoes on, what'd I tell them
I get in the t-shirts, and I also mail 'em
Planted myself in
(Yeahyeah)
We eat them shark like its nobu
(Hey)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Yeahyeah)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell them boys come thru
you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' diss me, I'm
covered up with lil' hearts
Her partner got 'em laced
Cut right below the waist
You can tell they got taste by they ensemble
One like to salsa, the other
to the double disc
now they all spit - like they all legit
frank tell em how we hit
(Biggie)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared
Hey baby how you doing
Its your boy
Why you crying baby tell me
Stop crying baby you a beauty
Baby beauty
Baby pretty
Baby litty
Baby cooling
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
more of that shit, keep goin' (Ayo, BandPlay) ha
Saw my boy lil' bruh, he said, "Dolph, you know how it go" (ayy)
We can't win 'em all, but we still
when the SWAT knock on your door
That's some shit make you jump back on the porch
If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys
Hey, hey
(If you
by
Hey oh I forgot to
Mention my girlfriend tripping
And my homies ain’t acting the same
Well, as long as their papers ain’t
Grinders i’m taking my
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
But you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm
pum, hun
I'm fuckin' with ya cutie q
What's your dick like, homie? What are you into?
What's the run, dude? Where do you wake up?
Tell your bitch
these niggas hustling backwards
I'ma pull the K out, and turn 'em around)
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell
on
Burners in your face, don't you get nervous on me
We got so many gats, and them big Mac's
Somebody get the boy, I get the wildin' on black
Tell 'em, we
Aiyyo what's goin on it's Ahmad on the microphone
Bout to tell y'all about the Palladium
Me and my boys, the Joneses crew in the house
Kick it
Boy oh boy am I horny
Hey yo T, you're ready to swing off into this?
(Ready, dog)
Aight man, let's kick it
Sometimes I feel like a nut,
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