Lyrics:
you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit' you now?
Do we know about your x-files?
And your sex
everybody
Come on over 'cuz were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
'Cuz we
Matter fact, no, I take that back
See I don't play with real legends
Of rap like you do and I'm crucial
Concealed by real Crips and Soowoos
And they shoot
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
Daddy's wine
A whole lotta game
A lotta take your time
Mix it all together
That's how you get a
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
certain clubs, you still can glimpse
Matured or embryonic Blimps
Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
They order pites and call for choder
helpers
Country club martini crew
Extra olives just won't do
Valium makes your soul get higher
And enables fake gunfire
Queen bees lose to wasps
paper, I suggest you do the same
Super
Who you know run up the check like that?
Who you know run up the check like that?
Who you know run up a tab
neck?
She's discovered wearing last night's dress
The carnal and cunning, she couldn't express
Who do you think she's trying to impress?
I think
Doin' what comes naturally
You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
through a deadly crisis
Because now it's time to see
Who's going to get
So let's see, X chromosome
Girls want to take it
You try to do the opposite
You
It ain't a man's world (You go girl!)
No more sugar and spice (And everything nice)
(repeat)
CHORUS
It's a she thing and it's all in me (It ain't
on deck
'Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin' bout you
I think I'm ready to do some type of report
Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don't know (Rhymefest) it's
to champagne away
And dem only can buy Red Stripe
"I see you move" look now man, look look
"I see you move" i think it's time for it
Who dat from the chat with
puzzled by the way that you're behaving?
You wonder why you do the things you do?
Are you troubled by your lack of resistance?
It feels like something's
You tell me to stay home
'cuz I go out too much
Who are you to judge me
I'm gonna go out
With my girls with no regrets
So go get upset at me
You
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
keep it on deck
'Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club
Exactly what I do the world calls me Q
But my letter don't work unless
It's followed by a "U"
You, will never find love in the club
No, neither will I too
to the club
Are you feeling the hit of the hell?
I’m not the one who
You want to play on
I’m the one who
Came to be strong
No matter what you do
I’ll try
Yeah ok
If you on my level think again I'm gonna flyby
And since you talkin out yo neck gon shoot you it's drive by
We are not equal it's true go
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