Lyrics:
When we were introduced by your girl Ruth
I knew that you got down
Skin caramel complexion
Lips chocolate brown
I'm wondering now
Would you
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
can't condone
Plus it won't be long 'til they send me the dome
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
'Cause I'm mad fly
You know what I'm talking bout'
The tongue with the thing and the stuff
Don't stop don't stop
Baby don't stop I can't get enough I'm bout it
I
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
to
A cordless, you can't afford this, don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle,
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
Yeah
So it's on me
I copped threes for the whole team
Now we at the top
MJ, 88, and I ain't ever gonna stop
Carolina blue kicks
Hottest nigga
never cocky
Don't talk to me 'til you made it
Debate it all you want but we know this shit is off the hook
Slidin' on this bitch like Paul with
that live by the gun gonna die by the beam
I'm making deals with the devil, I can buy you a dream
I've seen, murder scenes (scenes), hoes get done
time
The cycle is Shawn Michaels (heartbreak),
And yeah I like you but not enough to wife you
You say I'm nice, true, and you think I'm the right
time
The cycle is Shawn Michaels (heartbreak),
And yeah I like you but not enough to wife you
You say I'm nice, true, and you think I'm the right
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
Tear up that body, dominate you 'til you've had enough
I hear you like the wild stuff
Hey, I heard you were a wild one, ooh-ooh (ah)
If I took you
get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious
it 10 hundred
We gonna have a sick cypher, chop you down like a rifle
Future Michael Jackson, Future Thriller
Future stone cold pussy killer
Take
I'd call it aunt Vivian
The black or the light one
You talking to me like you Michael
You talking to me like you Jackson
Ok lil bitch
Stop it I had it
I
be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, don't even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the City
that keeps you hangin'
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin'?
Every single one to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back
you can't afford this don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle jingle dangle
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
feel it all
Now keep your head up
And don't stop til you get enough
And don't stop til you, look
And don't stop until you build enough
And don't stop
and got ripped up
No joke, you get yolked, no matter how it sound
We're taking all fake niggas back to the stomping ground
Line 'em up single file, dome
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