Lyrics:
Lets go
Lets go
Ouu Lets go
C'mon girl lets lose control
Got me driving down to the coast
Party girl she always stoned
Who would know
I've been
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all
to y'all, one of my first cousins
He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
If you want it you got it, foreva
(y'all
to stop drop n roll, coz when were hot DECEPTIKONZ
Stop drop n roll
Decepitikonz we dont mind if u stop drop n roll
c'mon girl atleast make us lose
the girl you think you are
C'mon I believe you have one
You're not the girl you think you are
C'mon I believe you have one
You're not the girl you think
c'mon
My girl is the rock star, it ain't me
No time for the jock star, it ain't me
I never wanna be a pop star, it ain't me
But imma do this shit forever,
was once said by Black Thought that +Things Fall Apart+
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart,
grab a lady, know what I'm saying
Trust me
Shaped like an hourglass, hello
What's your name and number let me know (c'mon)
You're the baddest thing
One day you'll see
Your change in ways are gonna turn on you
You are busted and you can't be trusted baby,
(Yeah c'mon c'mon yeah yeah c'mon c'mon
the background]
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Yeah
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] c'mon
If
a string baby
Don't ya worry about a thing baby
'Cause ya know ya got me by a string baby
Baby girl, ya make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I
you'd maim ah, c'mon and kill now
You'd kill, you'd maim maim 'em too
Ah, break it up
[originally by Blue Oyster Cult]
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
To watch the world go round...
To watch the world go round with me.
I'm sayin' girl, why don't we just live carefree and relax
It's genius! Trust
get down
New Kids, Puffy, Spice Girls, Ricky
Everybody talk about
(C'mon)
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk
right
Cmon baby lemme treat you right
I don’t know about the other times
Shawty real bad and she a dime
I wanna keep her wit me by my side
Baby can u wait
when the girls go by is,
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
[Chorus: x2]
I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil'homies be easy
be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah
it Mase gonna do you propa
Girl, I can tell you was meant for me
Tell by the way you was sent to me
While I'm on tour tryna make them centuries
world could be to me
C'mon, girl, c'mon girl
So baby, be mine
You're everything this world could be to me
Ha, yeah
Ha, yeah
Haha, hell yeah
C'mon, let it ride while I'm on a high
Up, up, and away we going on Cloud 9
C'mon, let it ride, I'm on a high
Up,
and I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper, girl
That's right, c'mon
Gettin' money, oh
Tell 'em Dra
What, c'mon
Go 'head and put it where you
Mister Peppermint Man (Peppermint Man)
Was his name (Was his name)
Every gal he loved (Girl he loved)
He left her in vain (Left her in vain)
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