Lyrics:
chasing the paper, I look like a cheetah
They told me I wouldn't be shit, had to make them believers
I ride with my stick, I'm not alone in the two seater
It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
do right now, we gone go back
Way back, c'mon c'mon
Yo momma, yo daddy, yo greasy greasy grandmammy
These girls scandalous, got holes in they panties
in
C'mon baby, haunt my soul
You say my name when the warm breeze blows
Leave me breathless by our willow tree
I'm your voodoo doll, put your pins in
been satisfied
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You need it real bad
Maybe baby, maybe if you're good girl
I'll introduce you to my ride
Don't
the junk
And then I bang, bang, the bump, the bump girl
My name is Apples and I rock your world
Worldwide, do your math
Thirty, twenty six, thirty six
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
Yeah, what, you
Uh huh c'mon
Yeah, yeah, what?
Nasty Nas, Virgo
Uh-huh
Ludacris, Virgo
Uh uh uh
Doug Fresh
As we go, something
Ladies and gentlemen!
Okay! How you doin' ma, this ya' song ma!
Yea c'mon ma, this ya' song ma!
We can get it on ma, this ya song ma!
This ya song
company
When you done with em, it's like a tragedy
And girl you said that you would never leave
Can't trust a soul, I'm by my Lonely no Alimony
Das why I'm
Where's The Party At
Be be-boys!
And be be-girls!
The red neck _____
Of this world!
Celebrating the flow,
The boogey back ___,
The one's that make
nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Summer breeze, oh geez
I just wanna see the party start
If I ain't dancing wit a girl by time it gets dark
I'm out, deuces
I
my picture
Girl it's too many drugs in my system
Don't got time right now I'm chilling
You wasn't by me when I was stealing
You just want me cuz I hit
thought she was a keepa
But now that girl gone like a fast ball or cheetah
Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell
Where my old lady at
Where my old, where
need a drink and a waffle
Shootin birds wid a rifle
Fallin down hit a pimple
Cheeky cheeky like a diva
Speedy speedy like a cheetah
Im in de garden
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
Tell me one more time yea (Yea)
Listen to me let me tell ya (Tell ya)
Oh yes you do
One, two, three, get down (Aaow)
C'mon girl I know you feel it
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
Oh baby, now, I've been watchin' you, girl
When you dance, you steal the show
Just like you stealin' hearts
When the lights were low
All the guys
I'm getting tired of y'all
Niggas and-and-and y'all bitches
That be getting on my goddamn nerves
I gotta tell y'all bout y'allselves
Let's go, c'mon
old flame
And his name is Bruce
But blew my eye when his girl drove by
Told me bye then he winked his eye
I'm too Don fo' this, too fly to curse
the trouble house
Girl, I know you wanna dance,
C'mon girl, take my hand
So what you gotta man
Work them hips into a trance
Work them thighs until you
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