Lyrics:
a show
Just to let you niggas know, now what
Here we come (Here we come now, girl)
On home for you (Baby girl, aw, aw)
'Cause we be the countdown from
show all my young niggas
There's other ways you get them dollars and funds niggas
Coming down in an old school, co cool
Whip like a 5 bar call it so cool
And the girls grew up to be 'pretty and wise
They said "you could have seen the dream by looking in our 'eyes
'You were always living in the 'world of pretend
Inviting the reaper home
So, don't you dare hate my family
Then casually cause a casualty
For some dead sick, fucked up fantasy
And be saved by barred
by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something that will make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl who
globetrottin'
A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move
Fuck old money, for the new money
No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
I do what the fuck I want
the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
stupid check]
[I'm wit' it. Yo Dave, let's show 'em some old school]
It makes no sense just standin' around,
Come on everybody, let's all...[Hang
crow then its time to go
Cause there's horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin'
Every girl
check]
[I'm wit' it. Yo Dave, let's show 'em some old school]
It makes no sense just standin' around,
Come on everybody, let's all...[Hang out]
Yeah,
all talking pop and lippy
Girls excited for what? And old ?facturated?
People got their brain washed and folks got manipulated
They start believing
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
just like chillin'
On the
Avenue, a-avenue (4x)
Action
That's where the stars go
On the weekend
It's like a car show
Ladies flock to jock
Cars go by them
I hitchhiked all around
Tried to stay clean and be free
Got a ride, he said
He had to run by the house
Took me five miles
Down a jungle road
Bamboo
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
so bad, I used to want all the fame
My ex-girl want to shoot a cover for Vogue
Which is pretty ironic 'cause she's top of the range
If any one
wanna do?
Lame nigga I ain't heard of you
Washed up boy you old news
Keep a bad bitch like Elroy
Put the 45 on a batty boy
Sit by the fire like Kumbaya
Tonight we're going to meet some lads
Us girls are dressed up gaily
And we'll be dancing 'til the dawn
We're going to the Céili
The lads they
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