Lyrics:
with me but she yankin' me to go ahead
Thinking that she want me but she always playin' scared
Sit nigga sit
Trip a bitch go get her
Quick
the playground
But cash burn quick, don't wanna have to turn trick
Ready to quit 'til she met the super pimp
Flashing his toothy smile that drove little lucy wild
gone come up if we just make this quick move
Lay it all on the line
Hit'em in the body and da dome
Left the after party wit the chrome
Come up wit
the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick
Ooo, Barracuda?
"Sell me,
banged up on your TV
Your girl pulled her panties off real quick, tryin to see me
She wants an autograph, a part with my anal staff
You scream test
you official in the middle initial
Yes' we do the thang, don't care who we bang
Quick to bring the belt out on cats like pootytang
I'm that, new we in,
The intellectual,
It's all about smooth texture,
We can be like want to get it on quick,
Slick, When the riff hits yah,
Eardrum, and the word sticks,
Like think
that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
I'll be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose
Your quick-step is slower
But your
Watch them go one two three
I'm so happy and so is she
In a 'Danceband'
Show slow quick quick slow
Heel to hell and toe to toe
In a 'Danceband'
a long time
for MC Lyte to drop another dope rhyme
Well I deliver as quick as you call my name
I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame
So now, I prove
When you get out
He's taking your place
(Are you cuckoo)
A guy that is slick
Who can be quick
Who's got a good face
(Are you cuckoo)
But what's in
where I come from
You gotta be tough
Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough
Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick
Shit stink,
the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get
white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood with it
Be at your door quick four on your jaw I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who
niggas tryna talk to me forget what they say
She'll ride for a nigga, she a down ass chick
Run them other chicks to the exit quick
Let them niggas
say
She'll ride for a nigga, she a down a** chick
Run them otha' chicks to the exit quick
Let them niggas hate
They gon' hate but them niggas can't tell
for a cab
I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers"
Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers!
And them things went as quick
of them chicks to the exit quick
Let the hate
They gon hate but them z can't tell me shit
Let her meet my mama
She don't be with all that drama
Spend
niggas tryna talk to me forget what they say
She'll ride for a nigga, she a down ass chick
Run them other chicks to the exit quick
Let them niggas
took a hug to the next level, try to spit that
Counterfeit, nice shit put on the act trick
Try to get a quick kiss and you got snapped quick
I tried
your own and get out my business
Besides I'm too quick and pigeons oughta know
By the time you get the info, it was two years ago
Aside from
style a likk
The quality–him affi come back quick- Cause
Murder meh wrote and meh nuh tek back meh chat
Shuffle deh deck meh a deh queen ina deh
a rind in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that biggot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twan
See
lonely
At the top!
Actions have reactions
So don't be quick to judge
Got the break
[Chorus]
Flowing streets of fantasy
Come from deep inside
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