Lyrics:
rocking in Heaven
Dontcha know I went off?
I got right on down to the beat, you see
Getting right on down making all the girls
Just take off their
man Frankie, a rock the house
I can't forget Doo G, rock the house
And my man Cool V, a rocks the house why'all
Ah to the beat why'all, you don't
bitches and liquor, get the ticket on your head blalt blat, trigga got
a button on it i call it a g spot, cuz when i get to touchin on it i
make
inside
I can't explain how it feels
My sexual love is for real
Girl, you knows it's true, like Milli Vanilli
I'll buy you ten fags on a day trip
on the same team you playin' on bitch
Cool and Dre on the track, run it
Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
and I still catch a beat runnin' when its
Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
Turn everything up some more
The drums you know, the music and shit
(Holla back)
I'm goin' for it now
(Holla back)
Yes sir
'cause you know people in California can't drive (D-P-G for life)
This is the late-night conversation hour, baby, comin' at you live
It's 2:35 AM from
to
Mississippi I'm live
Getting rid of you Milli Vanilli's
Gimme the vibe get jiggy like Willy spitting
The wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type
milli' in the trunk
And the stick is still tucked
And the spot is by the beach
Pull up in that eco-friendly
And I don't wanna preach
Got the twins
proud of me
Ain't have to buy her designer just so my girl can say she Prada me
I was 10 toes, standing on business shout out my father G
They hate me
Hating On The Vel Man, You Milli Vanilli Lip Syncing @$$ Nizzaz Man, Ask Me Anything, I’ll Tell You Whatever, Let’s Go)
(Swaggær Muzik)
Look, Catch Me
he
Stick dick to ya, give ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up 'til it smokes??
Young girl lookin' brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass
beat it when for boyfriend just relaxing
Caressing your body until you get hot
While I got your body fining
Touching on your hot spot
The ladies call
And the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you)
I mean, sh- straight poppin', everybody jumpin' (uh, yeah)
Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh)
All you
from his blood and I eat from his flesh
Let me balance it, jump on a beat then I savage it
They tried to raise up the P's then I straddle it
You know
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
in the Spotlight
You know the Time Tick Toc make your Body Drip Drop
Steaming Hot like a Sana when I hit that G-Spot
I make it feel real good like
Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn')
(Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz)
Now this is the remix and you know it's gon' jump
So I came up with 8 shells and my favorite mini-pump
But I'm focused on the ladies, that need some
touched like the g-spot
But it don't matter to me still get the streets hyped
You know I know who the mother fucken god know
Music be my calling I ain't
And I'm so loved by the white people
That they could approach me in the back of a dark alley with a black hoodie (true)
It's as real as it gets (true)
It's
you'd think it was Twister
Money in the frame and now she want a picture
"Public Figure" who? Take that fucking shit out your Insta
I know my ex want me
Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava
Know what I'm saying? Letting you know this is Organized
We got the crew in the house
package of pound
It's like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out
Mad moneys wish they g like us, clout
When I made the boogie I'm imported, I study
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