Lyrics:
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
the Campbell soup
We'll sit by the dock
I spoon plagethera flu
You gots to be hot
Women, I ain't bout to lose
Get out this house
I pay tuition on yo school
Yo, I told you...I can't watch this
Change the channel now, man...I can't watch this
Yo, pass the TV Guide over here, sucker...I can't watch this
Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms
I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath
Burn through your body, you see about
A head Gotti
Could catch a case out here
Man anything I f*cking do
Will get me
Paid out here
I can tell by yo ways
That u don't stay round
No we do play round here
never hinder
Yo fraudkid
Tell ‘em
How we dweet dawg
Mhhh
Verse
Wah mek you think
We chop eh line
F*ck 9 to 5
Naah work fimi life
Me know say me wrong
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
Now that word means a whole lot to me
Now what I mean by that, it's simple as this
You gotta open up your head
Matter of fact, open up your mind
And let
replace 'em
At the end of yo days
When eternity's in yo face
You had one life to offer up in his service or lay to waste
So my Rollie's tellin' me to roll
got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every nigga breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
turn up turn up
pass me the kush
make we burn up burn up
Cizy dey shutdown
They dey turn up turn up
If you miss this party
You don f*ck up f*ck up
When
frames sported by my shortie
As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
We be's the baddest clique up on the scene
Ain't you getting bored with
These fake
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
the feds
9 1 1, emergency
F*ck with us and its gone be a murder scene
Come get yo ho cause she keep tryna flirt with me
Searching me, she got her hands
2,3,4 what you pay the plug for
Turnt the bedroom to a trap
Feelin like a drugstore
5,6,7,8 Trying to eat need a plate
John Gotti cause you know we got it
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
they understand me
I open up shop, open up shop 'cause I got candy
He's got candy, yo eyes roll in your head
Mo B. Dick, You toss and turn in yo bed
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
Mind running running ruining running running running running fast
F*ck my ex friends they all stabbed me in the back
Talk my sh*t then LawBeatz
to worse keep this on the hush, uh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no
outta town
Cause you just lost your job
How did we get so affected
Cause I think
Love is love reflected
Time
Don't let it slip away
Raise yo' drinkin'
bad guy
No they never stop they just pass me by
They treat me like a leper
Who's left to die Yo!
Excuse me mate can you get me a taxi
Is that
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