Lyrics:
the time to say bye bye oh gosh
so mi seh one by one
all of we back home inna
inna our life different from the summer
no one an' two an' three of you cyaan
don't touch 'em hoe
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimpin' ain't, yeah, now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, Boss, my backhand is horse
superb superior
Interior attractions, I'm maxin' relaxin' in penthouse suites
with seven hos at my feet
To dress me, caress me, to lead me, to guide me
Yeah
It was Harlem at the ruckus
I saw you with your man, a smiling, huh
A coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coupe with my hat turned back
Ha qissat Aisha
Al Qandisha
Aisha man ktirt smiyat
Aisha, la ma3addak zhar
Tlaga m3aha
On my way back home
On a deserted street,
Accompanied by
So just sit back and relax,
Because tonight I'm going to be doing some
Things no man has ever done (no man, no man,
No man, no man)
Alright
and stoppin'
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap
And sista breakin' when a nigga rap
Well it
and stoppin'
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap
And sista breakin' when a nigga rap
Well it
I`m a ragged man with a ragged heart
But I wear my soul with pride
You can see me on the road
See my carrying my home
And perhaps it seems that
back just comes so meaty Eyebrows nice and her hairs as
Fleeky
Beenie
Did you come round just to tease me
Sees me
Chilling with you starts to
Please me
the floor up, hit the dress store up
Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
back!
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah!, hey DJ bring that
the test
I put my earrings on found my heels wore a dress
Right away I knew it was like I failed a quiz
The man said do you know what a fascist is
I said
To Tha Town (Back To The Town)
Beenie Cap Fowl And My Mug On Mean (Mean)
Wakin' Up Ya Family Wit 4 15's (4 15's)
In Tha Driveway, They Can't Stand Me
Die
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song
[Chorus]
Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
is a moving violation
It just ain't right what she's doing to me
She walked by and stole my attention
You know it makes me want to lock the girl up
man, hit it like a little man
What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the Lac
A 1, we can bring that back from day 1, we get them
white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs
Now what's hap? I make stacks, ASAP
I take that from the safe and I replace that
Stay strapped i stay low, stay back
the girls dem sugar like Beenie man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the rhythm, it shakes the room
Bucket hat so low, all you seein is me grinnin
If ya lookin
hey yo every time hear some real hip hop man I start
thinking... yo I"m still in love man ...listen
I'm in booth like prison
lid like lift
if
was through
I'm beggin' you back
We loud in the parking lot causin' a scene
Campaignin' like the love ain't have no resident here
But still I stay
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
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