Lyrics:
[Yung Berg:]
Do you believe in dreams?
Will it come true?
If you believe in me, then I believe in you.
Yeah Casha
It's your time babygirl
Look
gonna be, out of here. It's gone. It's 715. There's a new home run champion of all time and it's Henry Aaron."
"Well, I'm not a crook"
"Here's
the money flowing
Artie J in this bitch I got the city going
I got two bitches in the club, yeah yeah yeah
I be off the gas and you know it got us stuck stuck
somebody
I know your head sloppy
You really do it like you care about me
Avianne got me feeling like I'm playing hockey
Rap money got me pulling up in
you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm
your, get your game from)
If I know anything, it's 'cause my old head taught me all alone
And it's a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow
the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)
Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
How's about them apples, oh is it
[ CHORUS ]
S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus
( ? ) rims
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
to uninstall
Take you out one by one call me dekard shaw
The vibes be going
Homies doing strong
Destination goal is flowing
No one can do wrong
While you at it
to let it bring me down
I'm wantin' out of this dirty town
Artie, take a look at me
I might not want to think of all the little things
That piss you
to wreck your body
And ana na na na na na na na na na ana
Cool V bring it down
or they'll want the fame (Uh) (Fame) yeah
I will work so hard
My flow so hard
I will still try to make it if I'll grind Everlong
And all you gonna see that
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
even myself
I love you like, oh my God
She seems to love all my scars
Telling all the girls I'm on your side
Telling all my boys I'm on your side my
Lose control, of body and soul
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow
Don't get ahead, just jump into it
Y'all hear about it, the Peas'll do
neva wine, Pinot Noir
It's Miller time, Reggie sure
Jersey Shaw with the Jersey Shore Jersey Sure
I'm doin Calisthenic reps over 2 Grand
Rappin over 40
the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)
Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
How's about them apples, oh is it
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
the chosen one, go and get the bag
Do it for them times that you was sad
Had nobody there, facing all your fears
Wiping all your tears, dying all these years
think it's tawdry
Polly, Nancy, Eddie, Artie prolly already getting bawdy
DJ got the party started Dev's all "let's get naughty"
But in responding Angie
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
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