Lyrics:
a fat check at the bank with no I.D.
Can you blow by me when I'm doing 100?
Smacking slapping in my 500
Since '84 I been out there gettin my doe
In
(Blaze)
I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor
Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low
I see you movin' like a snake,
Go out yonder, peace in the valley,
Come down town, have a rumble in the alley.
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in.
Has anybody seen my lady
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
out, Bad Boy
(P. Diddy: tell 'em, talk to 'em)
[Loon]
Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful ladies (uh)
He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin
You pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister, and your mama too
of the king
I walk the night and burn by day
"Till the foul crimes done in my days
Of nature are burnt and purged away"
A serpents sting took my life
Now
with them big chips with the bird lady and the benzes (benzes)
[Chorus: TQ]
It's the fly away
Fly fly away
Or you can hit the highway
That's
back sometimes
'Bout your lips on my neck
I always liked that best
That time we took a ride
Ended up down by the riverside
Soft touch, wet kiss
I always
a fresh pair of gators
With some of this money that I made
Mel Waiters on the radio
Singing about the whiskey
I think I'll go by the store
To get me
light
My watery eyes spied a traffic jam
The carpool lane was my only chance
Flew by the ass of my pants
But I couldnt see the trap at the top of that
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
me?
Girl you better know the whole world respects me.
Come by the fire, chill with a player.
How you admire these words that'll save ya.
(Chorusx2)
a lot to learn
But this situation really got me concerned
I saw a list with you name by someone else
Where was mine girl this the first time girl
cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
And I can assure ya ass my pueblo is ghetto
Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on
Or we can
But here's some satisfaction
From this lady thug
Whoi'd be giving thug passioncause
I need you in my life
You can be my man
I can be your wife
The bathwater's cold
I cannot even feel my legs
They are turning white
I'm quite worked-up by you tonight
And I can't even sleep
So here I am,
that social worker up and I said "hey lady you're outrageous"
She said "smarty-pants, you want a gold star?" I said
"no I wanna bash your head in with
bigger thighs
Get so horny when a onion ring gets fucked by a fry
What can I do? I love you, I'd hump you, it's cool
I just don't care what they say
money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
She knows that I'm waiting by the door.
I know that she's trying to cover up
Staring at the floor.
Let's Go! Don't say maybe.
Forget everyone
[Corey]
Seen her walking by lady caught my eye
girl was so devine got let her know
I want to make her mine want to spend my time
want to give her
knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
ones on my mind
Oh trinkle lady, that was done by was my serenity
Ah enemy, ah bring them in, something like happily
No matter what I'm wrong to live
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