Lyrics:
saying is just give the boy a chance Ma
To lay ya down, I have ya screaming like a fan Ma
And yeah the plan is not to treat you like a hoe (Hoe)
But ya
saying is just give the boy a chance Ma
To lay ya down, I have ya screaming like a fan Ma
And yeah the plan is not to treat you like a hoe (Hoe)
But ya
"Pamela Anderson"
And you won't be embarrassed.
Now just relax a little, act a little let's have fun
So arch ya back a little yea now let's shoot scene
you're dinky you suck my twinkie
I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on down it's murder go round
What'cha dishing out I betcha ya
Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode!
Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken,
Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em.
And when the genie
the wind
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like
girl)
What is this ma'?
(How much?)
Is that enough? Uh Uh
Know ya'll gon' ask
(Tell 'em the truth close to move)
I am a hustler?
(Get yours)
Am I
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
shameless
Screamin' my lungs out for ya
Not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Show me you're shameless
Write
[Chorus: x4]
(Hey, ya! hey, ya!), oh, oh, oh (clap)
Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit
Invisible set and canary yellow,
hoe bout J
And that's fo'sho bout J
I hate these otha niggaz talkin all dis ya ya
Up in this ? won't do a dayum thang thang
Money man still
can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they
me down,
Catch a hold of my blues and just play them.
CHORUS
Feel funky
Feel good
Gonna tell ya
I'm in the neighbourhood
Gonna fly like a bird
to the dancefloor we can get naughty
Move it to V.I.P your all on me
I see you in the spotlight moving your body
Are ya ready to go, are ya ready to go, to go
Hey
and Redd Fox's doctor
Takin' names and takin' orders
Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya
Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez
Rims
para presumir y
que tus amigos te aplaudieran solo a ti
pero basta ya, pero basta ya
olvidate de mi
Cuantas promesas aun te faltan por cumplir
cuantas
Shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems
mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da
rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da
rhythms
none
My rhymes the bloody ones, assassinated ya sons
No time to reconsider before you commit a murder dead
Soon as I hit, I seen the blood squirt out 'er
I never had much to lose
'Cause all ya are, is all ya got,
I tell the truth, I lie a lot,
C'mon and stay, c'mon and start,
I'll know the way.
I know
ka--ti-a-be a-di-us
CH. Ya ka ma ya ma_ ma ya ka-ma-e___
(4x)
SOLI: Ma-ni-a-na a-ri-us (3x)
ma-ni-a-na da-ti-us
ma-ni-a-na a-ti-a-be (2x)
a-be-a ka-di-a
¿Hace falta que te diga
Que me muero por tener algo contigo?
¿Es que no te has dado cuenta de lo mucho
Que me cuesta ser tu amigo?
Ya no
a thug
I see the fire in ya eyes every time we hug
And I know sometimes you just wanna be rubbed, I'm in..
[Sample]
[Ya Boy:]
Yeah!
I know you don't like
a woman
Resist her if I could
The Devil is a woman
Bad girl ya make me feel good
The Devil is a woman
Resist I now I should
The Devil is a woman
outta bounds and wind up, red dotted
The socialite with the flows ya like
Overweight nigga, dressed in the clothes ya like
Probably see me in the club
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