Lyrics:
see you in that birthday suit
Come into my bedroom and I'll show you what I do
Come into the crib and I'll show you how it go down
If you ain't a hoe
baby hooper
Take her out on a groupon oh you down what is you on
Don’t make me have to put a suit on
Babygirl I’m dressed to impress
I’m at a hater neck
Dilemmas
Don't really suit the Margiela's
But the ting still spin like propellers
Ayye
Now they felling good fellas
Waah
Now they feeling like steppaz
It
featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha fucka's
Lil' Cease
featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha fucka's
Lil' Cease
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole
Custom made suits and designer shoes
Takes two hours to go through my shoes
Ex slave, proud field nigga
Next Trayvon Martin, Emmitt Till nigga
My nappy
group me
Found my own kind of route 'til it suit's me
Like we live in the movies
Nowadays bitches are bougie
Ice queen coulda fooled me
I scream but it
tek di free throw, ye
Look inna mi eyes, yuh see breeze snow, ye
Who seh mi cyaan tek di G crown? Well
Mi know yuh hear di thunder
From di rain cloud
That's how I spark the see
And I do it that's on D.P.G.
Hollin at people choped it up just like a p
We chillin in the place to be
Yeah homie
too tight
Hop out the shower, throw my sweat suit on
Lace my Tim's grab my sidekick phone
Look out the window all the clouds are gone
So I call my boys
and behave
cnd that was about the last shit that I gave:
:Fact check it, I'm heavy like a fat fetish
F*****g with these scarlet women sitting here in black
cheerleader, cheerleader, cheerleader
Honey, I'm the lead role, you don't even feature
B-R-I-N-G I-T O-N, bring it on, bitch
Sexy, cute, popular to boot
This is the G.I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille
Over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
step to the mic and set the record straight
Ah-yo G
We're gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
Right
All you
G-A that's where I stay
MARCH!!!
Chorus
[Drama]
On the grind handling mine
On that shit til my dying day
Keeping it real keeping it trill
Never catch
me informing me, that you're freakier than normally
Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me
Protection in the briefcaser,
The LOX made more money in
Them damn shiny suit's
The game about sales, drugs and rappin'
Jada, fuck your punchlines
My shirt went platinum
Styles and Sheek
Locs and Khaki suit's
And ride is what we do
Flossin' but have caution: we
Collide with other crews
Famous because we program
Worldwide, let them
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
my heart
Cause I'm a gangster, I'm a g-gangster
I'm amess with Levy and I’ll leave
You round the darkest Corner
Roll out like Chinese army,
works us, look it up before you sign it
Dickies suit on while I'm puffing on the chronic
Jumped up in the game, I ain't rush to go to college
I was 21
shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not
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