Lyrics:
felt, when you undressed,
And when you put your hand on my arh em,
You know what I'm talking about baby, dig.
Dig,
Relate,
So baby you make me feel,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
knocking
On the door in the projects, socking 'em
Nine to five, please
I'm talking about five to nine
G's in three hours easy
I had to block in to smash
Try
Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
[Wyclef]
Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jericho Sound, system!
Turn up your
talking greasy when they see the Kid Kid they
wanna piece lik
e reeses play with toys you ain
'
t no Soulja boy you was in PC took it up a knotch
HD
as sharp as us
Talking bout you on yo way
See them niggas downstairs 'fore you talk to us
By appointments no walk ups
[Chorus]
i just Micheal Myers him
Running circles round you rappers
I ain't even tiresome all you niggas
Dissin' on me tell'em strap up
Cuz when I get off I'm
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into
shaking in they fucking boots
Tell em pull up don't bring the crew
Opps better duck cause i'm known to shoot
I got em hiding out in they room and shaking in
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do?)
I'm proud of myself, you know I'm saying?
(Watcha gon' do when they come for you?)
Ain't nothing wrong with
Reaching
Steady be talking that bullshit but you act like you preaching
Don't put no work in the field, be begging for food like some leaches
I'm
You know Ian never been pussy
Stick full of hollows if he try to whoop me
Walk down , big lil I'm not a rooookie
Big bag , big cash tell em come book me
Legacy, legacy, legacy
Davi and I bloodline pedigree
I ain't with the long talk
I just let em see
Nigga talking out they A
I just let them B
I tell my kids
niggas with riches
I tell 'em, "Get him," they say, "Yes, daddy"
And they don't care how we split it
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy
He hit
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
felt, when you undressed,
And when you put your hand on my arh em,
You know what I'm talking about baby, dig.
Dig,
Relate,
So baby you make me feel,
lookin alright, yeah what up, pap'?
'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back
Flirtin', 'cause I digs you like that
Peep baby boy style,
pay
Ay yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu
want to go to work for us (us)
I'll turn ya hook to ashes,
And turn your verse to dust
Tell me the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Cause I
fuck that
Better give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition baby girl a must have
My letters hinted on my mustache
The remy never did or did he get
Aye like I gotta talk to em on this one gotta make em' feel you Lue aye pass me that right There yea it's like I had so much to say and like nobody
ain't got no fuckin tapestry with a mandala
And I got this shit locked down like Nelson Mandela
And I wake up in the morning like Soulja Boy
Came in
mouth, now, tell you how it's goin' down
Kelly, E-V-E - we comin' through and got 'em bowin' down
Ladies, can you feel it? It's an anthem you can bounce
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