Lyrics:
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pow
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is unknown
Let me tell you how it
prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's
that gots the gift 'cause the world is on their shoulders
Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders
The wheels proceed while girl
As I walked out in lower Manhattan
A girl I chanced to pass by
Something about her caught my attention
Something hard to identify
She carried
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
going out altogether
Oh, I live by my mirror and stare in my eyes
Trying to make out who I see there
But I'm looking at a woman that I can't
to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
That's true (so who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it
with
Don't let these niggas in the street get your head up
Like they can do better than me
Plus I'm fed up
I had to tell my main chick that one time
I'm good wit the shoes that I'm in no need to perpetrate
No need to ask I spaz on who I'm speaking on just keep it gone
All these games that people play
a girl's ear
But me and my people we ain't about that
We about action, action speak louder than words, yo
Action and words dripping off the tongue
Riding down the street, feel like Gwen upon the beat, cuz the girls up in the back hollin' "This my shit"
We'll turn yo house into a club, when you
a girl in his class, looking pretty though
Used to smile at him, never gave that look of pity though
Daddy was a banker, CEO from the city dough
She would
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
Well I don't just do the beat box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts
a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
Welcome to the halls of this, my unhallowed bastion
Sequestered deep beneath the stirring city streets
Sovereign sacrifices, seized by my sickening
yuh caw yuh a fresher vegetable
A explosion gal when yuh pass through
Yuh a boom dung street lane an avenue
Main Street Crew nuh stop admire you
alright?"
Well, Who'd-a-known that
Who'd-a-known that I
Had fallen in, and taken a dive
Been swallowed by the river half alive
Yeah, Who'd-a-known that
Baby girl come and show me your cleavage
I'm a blood, bitch you know that I'm bleeding
I'ma feen, pass the purp bro, I need it
Pass my cup bro, you know
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
why?)
Nigga, catch that pass, nigga, rock them beats
To every men, women, boy or girl (do-do-da-do-day)
That find they self love with this white man's
the Oakland G'z
Pour a little liquor when the s**t go bad
Pass that nigga when the shit go fly
Bust it by the clip no lie
Whole lotta bodies on the list know
the kill
Ya see recruited by the greatest for
Harmony and poetry labeled as a G
For those who don't know of me
Correction after cause
Matin' girls after
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
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