Lyrics:
(I die for the funk, baby)
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Real talk, nigga
Flip Mode Squad's in the building
Put your ones up, tribute the god,
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
goes right
Steady trying to get to me but Im outta reach
Bitch gimme 50 G's and drop me on Palm Beach
HT BY I keep on counting these checks up
passed, I been tryna call my bitch (damn)
She ain't pickin' up, I sent some niggas to her crib (go check her out)
It's crazy, I left all my money with
a nimrod
And if you still don't know what time it is
Check out my Ed Hardy wristwatch
Actually, actually
Check out the jeans, Ed Hardy Factory
Some dumb Ed
in the club so literally
Shots on me, wait a minute
About to fuck it up, that's a bet
Bottle after bottle, no check
Check out my flex
Def the whole
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Ian come on this bitch to insult you so I'm going back to my facts ya Heard me
Fast forward 2010 check Now I'm on the run I was sleeping by Gemar
checkin' in for a check, nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
I've been checkin' in for a check, nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
I've been grindin' my
by day, live it up day by day
She was just saying that nigga he really ain shit huh
It's really bout that time I start poppin my shit huh
Yea, I'm
be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need
down checks
And when your bitch call
Im fucking next
Guillotine law
She give up the neck
And I know shawty loves me
I can tell by the way she touch me
It
Ladies and gentleman
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Check it out
Boys boys
Bad Boys Blue
I really don’t know the games that you play
I don’t know if
counting all my blessings
I been focused on the bag I got my checks up
My gang's good, ain't nobody finna check us
You can't be mad at the fact that we
to make mistakes.
If five boys in the house say it loud
If five boys in the house check it out.
When I lay upon my bed I reminisce then I wish
That I
But hair on my cheek
and on my chest I got plenty
(Mac Maestro:)
Yeah check it out now
Next up yo, next up yo
Break it down, I break it down
Jazz
fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby
Having my way with the shoppers
Stock boy stay with the product
Having my way with the shoppers
Baby they hate for no cost
Know they're going
To change for
weed, listenin' to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here (Montana)
(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City
You fucking heard me cunt I want you really dumb haaaaaah
Strapped with these insanities my rage is influenced
By pages and pages of music took me
proper little mystic about your ways
About your style that got your boy dazed
Now I'm diggin' in my game so I can see where you at
And I'm pushin' all
Made a bitch suck it up right in the chair (yeah)
I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (ayy)
the things you’ve been through o my baby girl oh oh oh I I’m sorry that he left you with a pretty little boy but Imma be the man for y’all I no go fit leave
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