Lyrics:
Baby.
Baby, baby, the talkin' time is over.
Now we got to hurry to the real thang.
Didn't we let the season go rollin' right by.
What've we got
gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride, there's gonna be some real
DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
I can do bad by myself know
What I mean? for real
Okay, action goin' in
Rap game paid me, trap game made me
We used to be good friends now she can't
of the night
[Ludacris]
It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda!
By the end of the night you goin' be wanting to marry a nigga
Cause I make 'em
Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that T-M 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up!)
out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (high..)
let's
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
myself that we
Could never be more than friends
And all the while inside
I knew it was real
The way you make me feel
Lying here next to you
Time
straight
Heavyweights, don't make us demonstrate
Industry niggas be actin' hella fake
Let me smoke and meditate before I fuck around and catch a case
DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
myself that we
Could never be more than friends
And all the while inside
I knew it was real
The way you make me feel
Lying here next to you
Time
feelin' low
Something inside of me, lets me know
It's alright, love's on my side
When the world seems a lonely place
I've got a dream that won't leave
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
and bout it
And don't doubt it, real violence aside and dont forget it
Its like I said When you ain't with it niggas get ignent
(Don't let go)
Like
(seen her)
Yah, real G's shit. Tell me
Moma Mia, niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg)
Bitches wanna be her
Motherfuckers can't see her
Give it up for
and Caucasian sayin'...
[Chorus: x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up
light out and happy
You and I were like a Sid vicious and Nancy
I mean it was bound to be tragic its
No way this ever could have lasted
Don't let me
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you (I'll
me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go, it's over
Nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole
sound seriously and baby, I am
You're a fine piece of real estate and I'm gonna get me some land
Oh, yeah
So, don't try to run, honey, love can be
clay,
And I'll find peace in the bottom of a real tall cold drink,
Chillin' to Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started it's my kind
life that you thought was real
She's an image that we blurred
It's a pixelated panther, now let it purr
All my love and half my kisses
Superstar
hard, I need a woman that rolls by God
And the only man she loves is Todd
But will you be around when the raindrops fallin'
Or could it be you never
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