Lyrics:
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! BME Cliq
This ya boy Lil'Jon
A lot of y'all niggas be talkin'
'bout air force ones and shit (OK)
About Adidas
But you could never do it like me
Even if you getting all the women
Cause you rock expensive linen
Bragging ‘bout your cars and the houses that you live
Repeat 2x
Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect
I live to party all night
And love to have sex
Got a main squeeze in
OF THE FEARLESS FOUR
Featuring DLB, Tito, and Mike see
And Peso -- hah, and we won't S-T-O-P
Cause see we'll tell ya from the top that our crew won't stop
SO
the product
My crew be so vial, some label us juvenile
Serving hits to the fiends, like an MC to a crowd
Be a G, and not a baby
Cash money is how they pay me
got ya crew and boo sea sick
And we picked houses, ours like an exhibit
I'm meaning cars sick like they giving arsenic at the clinic
We came from harsh
down
Gotta the lighter to my lungs
Can't hold a candle to the kid he gon blow it out
Baby I'm just showing out
Maybe I can show ya how
But i know you
body rock
Once you climax, you feel the aftershock
(i know i got you hooked on this lovin'
Dont get it twisted, we just cutin' baby)
[CHORUS X2]
It
tired
I'm too wired and you just wire
2 Live, I'm with my crew
Boobs out, I'm with my boo
OOUU
Halloween flow
This is not a theme, no
Knockin' at my
and roll
Ya lost all control
And pop off ur bold
I got squat I fold
I'm not bought I'm sold
My stock rocks it's gold
Hey knock knock behold
It's tick tock
niggas is used to it
I've been Los Angeles paying off the damages
300 dollars say you ain't live yet
Plus I'm taking side bets because the Uber driver
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
I'm loving you baby
We can be something amazing lets have a son or 2 maybe
Ima always have ya back because I fuck with you crazy
I might have 80 years
hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one
the Bill Danze's
Jokers, talk slick, but I ain't really hearin em
Niggas, fake shit, but I'm, well aware
My kind, no doubt, ya know I'ma take care of em
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
catch him'
It's gon' be a hit
I'm a knock off his crew
(I'ma hop out and spray it)
I ain't no rapper
I stand for the streets all
The way to the booth
Me
how it goes in Our everyday lives
Call me Mauadib I know the Way I got your girl by end of day
I spit these lyrics as it's written Fucked your bitch
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
for two
Get ya swayin' in the headlights
Yeah I just wanna dance tonight
Spin ya round and round my crazy little girl
Let's light up it up like
off in the water,
Me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Justthe two of us. Justthe two of us
Just you and I.
Justthe two of us.
See
to know
Shiit
[Chorus] (2x)
Now if I die tonight, you tell my babies that they daddy was gangsta
(Errry gang' - errry gangsta)
Now if I die tonight, you
and act wild, I'll pull ya foul cause your style is stolen
My crew said to catch wreck
Then tell me why you want to flex showing knowing that I'm going
the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you
1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself
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