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Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style
Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
jealous by the looks im catchin
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beater
Dropped five grand on my big wad meter
Smooth like ice, dont get nice
Just turn up the box
ready for 'em and like Aretha Franklin
I'm a Rock Steady for 'em
And have plenty R-E-S-P-E-C T so that
L-O-C can get some L-O-V-E
From a honey tip with
the day I told L she was shady
Now she in Cali about to have Ed's baby
Chorus: repeat 5X
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
Grab somebody, no leavin' this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Chai)
Uh huh, honey
Feel like Madea, I stay with the family
Don't fuck
Dear Momma
Dear Mom
Thank you momma for all of the things that you've done for me
If not for you, I don't know what would have become of me
I don't
luck
Young G on the come up
Work an 8 to 5 then rhyme 'til the sun up
Sow the seeds, grow the trees, I'll be eating well
Honeys handing me the box like
g's, silently
5 dried gs in the dark
4 chrome wheels when I park
3 honey bourbon woods rolled up
And 2 bad bitches up in the front
I don't get to eat,
from all the honeys
Make her knees hurt fuck with the smoke just do your research
Smoke u live by the sword u die by the sword
Smoke I ride for ma niggaz
of movies about women written by men
Sick of books about women written by men
Sick of jokes about women written by men
Sick of T V about women written by men
esta rola honey
Baby i know you treat me right
Workin all day and night
No its not a 9 to 5
80 hours just to get by
Baby its just you and me
I promise
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
and smooth
Honey can you spy
The divine ape-swine?
'Cause he can see you
I'm a man, I'm a twisted fool
My hands are twisted, too
Five fingers to black
say grind the strife
And even worse when they never
Heard of 9 to 5 and you can't be gentle
Or they get all sentimental
I don't work for white people
Caulkin' my shit
Who you think you fuckin' wit?
I said recognize the mutha fuckin' Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss' heard poppin' by the door
Who
Put on your best dress baby
And darlin', fix your hair up right
'Cause there's a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day you've
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
Put on your best dress baby
And darlin', fix your hair up right
'Cause there's a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day you've
Chingy and Murph durph
Uh
[Chorus (2X)]
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain't +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don't stop,
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