Lyrics:
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
back
To where they used to be then I'll probably be in the denim
Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader
You need her
're out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
dreamin' of fuckin' on you
I beat it 'til she don't want no more (she don't want no more)
When she say stop, you gotta go slow (then you just gotta go
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
(Jess, your beat on the radio)
Ayo
There I go again kickin' some dumb flow
Think they Harajuku, they just some young ho (bahm, bahm)
Fronto
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
and your girl, with this record on your radio or stereo, I don't know
I love you so is what you'll be sayin, while this record's playin
You reminiscing
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
and rock the show
I just want the world to know
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
But I can't hold back because I'm rushed
With this thing called passion
[Chorus:]
You've got me knocked out turn me inside out
It's you that makes
beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
[Chorus 1]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo
of traffic
You bite my style off the radio
So when you speak it back, i hear the static
You better Chillout like Chuck
I kick like three Norrises
One of my
me?
Girl, I'm gonna lay you on your back
Bam-bam, beat it like that
I'mma do it to ya, do it to ya
I'mma do it to ya, if you, if you let me
Girl, I
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
passes by?
Do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios?
Shut the window love
Keep the world outside
I don't want to think about any one
drivin' you crazy
Now as you groove to the beat and you groove to the sound
I'ma hit you up with Tha Pound, Gs up, hoes down
Will all the real Gs,
to hold me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me
Unbreak my heart
Say you'll love me again
Undo this hurt
other we'll be facing
By love we'll beat back the pain
we've found
You know
I mean to tell you all the things
I've been thinking deep inside
My
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