Lyrics:
Uh, uh (uh-huh) uh
Yeah, this is for all the sexy ladies out there
Uh, walkin' around downtown
Shoppin' at the malls, yeah
I see you in your sexy
.. I see you in your sexy jeans
Manicure, pedicure mamis
Your hair is good, yeah, I see you
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
LADIES! (You're.. so.. se-xy) So
G-Unit kicks on
I might be goin' in when pimp C get home
If you don't like me, say it to my face
Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be
I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up
'Cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day
Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee
Kissed my baby, got on my
The Fuck Happened to the home of the brave
Niggas running off headed to the grave
Black president, don't matter
Shit just getting worst life is
span his path, fingerprints in dew
Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through
Mother nature's bastard child, shunned by leaf and stream
was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
fuck playin' fair!
y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
y'all think y'all goin' from heaven
love it so much
And don't give me too much trouble. I know your mother was too much
So I'll leave off where I was. My girl went and left me, my girl up
Little girl, where's your loving mother?
Under the covers,under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered
[Chorus]
Growin' up
Go home and go to bed, son
You're just comin from the barbershop and tryin to get your head done
Take your ass downtown on 10th Avenue
Because a sister
motherfucker missed your ass by some inches
Next time understand what you fuckin' with its legendary status
Sittin' behind these glasses nigga
[Chorus: x2]
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
the top, take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all goin' home and write hard tonight
I know y'all goin' home and write hard tonight
buck 'em til they holla
We gon let it rain like Nina Ross
with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets
Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide
Slippin time in
rappers deserve to be up on that cover
Man quit sleepin'
Get the fuck up out your slumber
Man Luke V one cold mother fucker
Man Luke V one cold blood sucker
to get an angle on an anglo
[unknown] shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux
Got your gat, but you ain't thinkin' of 'em
'Cause deep inside, I know you love
Something's gotta give
Check, check
Yeah, nahmsayin'?
Harri' homes, uh, Martel homes, Carver homes, Techwood
Martin Luther King (uh), Bankhead
step, he get pop, like ya mother man
The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand
400 years ago we docked here from the mother land
400 years later
a hazmat suit from the loot that you got from the Amtrak
You losin the hat that was keeping you at camp
In other words your mother heard your sanity crashed
inside of chuck for your heart's ache
Give me a knife I'm cutting bodies to pieces
Remember what happened to your mother fucking nieces
Niggaz think I'm
that the two relate
But I don't break up no happy homes
Focused on writing wrongs
That's why I like when I'm wrong
Hated goin' to school cause I like
rap game I can give a f***
If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on boom (boom!)
Get the picture killa Cali home
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