Lyrics:
do it
It's Friday night and I feel alright
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Hoes gone do what they do
I pull up grinning at who
I'm getting money like Jew
I'm hitting notes like dru
Jake said he need a Jill
Plus a height
im round
Niggas who real
Im round niggas who will
Put you in the back of zoo hill
In the back of the coupe ville
Listening to dru hill
You pushin
today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
They do.
I say that human
pussy put it on the news
Have that pussy singing like I'm Dru
Hill in that thang and she loves the 90s too
Have a nigga feeling brand new
Coming out that
this time
Now I know the circumstances
Do you remember what you did to me
When I found that other hoochy's pictures
Had em inside Dru Hill's CD
hands and it stands
I sit on Cloister Mountain
The seagulls circle before they land
I sit on Cloister Hill
Love oh love where can you be
do you ever
Oh whoa, jump off the diving board
Into shallow water
Oh this a risk that I really, really, gotta gotta
I'm chasing m's
The millions
Amen, amen
Having been by that old bank tower,
I'm inclined to wonder why you feel so strong.
You can't have really seen the hour
If you think she's trying
on, do it every time
Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up
They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in
chick know my clique though
If this Dru Hill bitch I'm Sisqo
Now how deep is your love
You ain't in my bed then you gotta go
Hidin' in plain sight Johnny
I ain't trying to tell you I love you, bitch I ain't Dru Hill
I really went from hooping to rapping, I got a new skill
Still don't fuck with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He do, Yeah
Let's Go
NY, Houston
Lets Go, Yeah
He stayed in Calabasas
So he flew me out first class
Since I got off
jersey
I need a lot of mercy—I did a lot of splurging
I need a lot of faith
I’m 5 seconds from going dark on my friends
5 steps like Dru Hill how it starts
noon
Never fed by a spoon
Playing with my life, treat emotion like taboo
Hidden beauty in cocoon
Everything inside, Death feel like I am immune
I
up that phone
She know she the only one I want
Everything is brand new for you yea
Can't name a thing that I won't do for you no
I'm gon always be cool
heal
I write this like new deal
You trynna get my crew killed
They'll snatch his soul like Dru Hill
Have her stomp his ass in new heels
They custom red
samples to a voodoo instrumental
Dru 'em to the Hill I was king of call me Sisqo
Now I'm shouting out my shit go
Got you out here holy ghostin'
God-given
Splashing hoes
Like Klay Poole and Stephen up In San Fran
Sisqo
No Dru Hill I admit though
Until my ship goes down
My catalog heavy
Uh no, that shit don't
we ain't got shit to do
But head to my crib and "enter the dru"
The who? you nuttin but a star joke nigga (oh word?)
No few for your benz jeep car
wanna do just what I do, but I did it first
See me in a video with Dru let these niggas hurt
Fat racks, but I'm skinny
I just want a thick bitch with them
till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, before death,
pull a gun on me squeeze one in me
If you knew what I'd do
To have you in my arms
Felt the sun beating on
My mind was in the clouds
I've been laying out on Hunger Hill
Only place
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