Lyrics:
up
You, over there in the jean shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a police officer
Alrighty, that's a pretty good
yo, yo
What, yeah, come on, come on
We pass each other in the club
And I notice that he be checkin me
I hope he gets the nerve to push up
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
And drive into the depths of the dark night
They love the bright lights
And the lay-by's too
And as the leaves blew up to the heavens
They said they knew
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake
We're headed out to a special place (We love!)
That just a few folks know
There's no signin' up, no monthly
to the drama
I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan' thurough
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
up
You, over there in the jean shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a police officer
Alrighty, that's a pretty good
checkin's
The crown says I'm down, from the ground up
But what if emcee comes
Come on, emcee go
Easin in as slick as I can
The feelings right
The music's
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million
give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype
July four,
But everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more...
Than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war
This is
If you see my number on your phone when you pick it up
Or get a good morning text when your wakin' up
Or see my truck drivin' by at the end
lived i give
To the girls when they got up outta church
Pray for me, that I don't get hurt
I gotta work, I'm tryna get some G's
What you scheme?
I dropped by to check on mama, for a minute
I could hear her humming a tune
Through the screen door in the kitchen
She was puttin' the final touches
send them a bottle
I know I got it but don't flaunt it even though brothers want it,
Dancin' dirty while I'm flirting, 'cause he' checkin' up on me.
You
anyday
Slept with the best, I ain't gotta flex
Got yo girl stretched out, pullin' up her dress
Checkin' out her spread and I am impressed
G-strings
on fire (fire, fire)
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire (fire, fire)
This girl is on fire (ohh)
Everybody stares as she goes by
'Cause they
Smokin on a plane, in the clouds like a Jet Blue
Checkin’ all the bags like it’s Hartsfield-Jackson
Workin’ with a scale everyday cuz the rent due
nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan' thurough and attractive
Shorty that's relaxed
checkin' for my throwback
Since my teens flew by in a coach seat
(In the coach seat)
And since we all grown up, you tryna show me
(You tryna show) what you
fed it to the drama
I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan'
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