Lyrics:
gettin' in.
Nothin' changed the game like we did so we here, still with it.
Gotta tell the truth.
We changed things.
Bringin' somethin' new that's
Bust it
This here's a jam for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause ya overzealous
Play hard to get,
Round.
It is, like, out there. I mean, gross.
Look! She has just so... Black!
I like big butts an´ I can not lie.
You otha brothas can´t deny.
That when
lookin
Cause I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn
That grows in Brooklyn
Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin
"Hey baby.." ->
Bust it
This here's a jam for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause ya overzealous
Play hard to get,
anybody home?
She's not lookin' for a man, the girly wants to be alone.
She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right.
All the fellas have
'less I put my hand on it like the killer did my money
Keep fallin' up (keep fallin' up)
Keep fallin' up (fallin' up)
Now that I got my shit
that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (yeah, yeah)
Uh, somethin' like a pimp (pimp)
Nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that you the shit (s-shit)
[somebody whispering]
Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that
that brings
Joy and happiness into your life
Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife
I'm tellin' you girls, keep the man that you got
made me mad
she said somethin that i couldnt believe
so i grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
she started talkin shit, wouldn't you know
How can somethin' so wrong make me feel so right?
Right? 'Fore I beat myself up like Ike
You can still throw your Roc-a-Fella diamond tonight
da glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better
Then you do it!
Yeah, after I eat dinner
Yeah
I like to have some dessert
Yeah
So I got to know, what's for dessert?
Oh, that's easy
a fella like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in
And for everyone you meet there's a whole mess of people
Tryin' like hell to pull you on down
To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin'
In
the right amount of thick savory sauce,
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions.
Mm mm that's hot, God Damn Hot.
Ask for it by name.
and her bestie
That's right!
Only twice and na base on konji
And She no even Sabi give doggy
Break that back like a Biscuits for me
I go make sure I make
I got followers that'll kill for me
And they linin' up like a DMV
With the finest girls that you've ever seen
She from California, she's so aligned
Now that I'm out, man, I ain't playin' like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute
Now I'm back and packin' punches like I'm
ain't for you (no, this ain't for you)
And if you got it deep in your heart
And deep down you know that it's true (come on, come on, come on)
Well, let
Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this
Is re-turn of rapper slash the hood fella
Lookin' for a rap to get my groove back like Stella
Still got
the speaker
And overdose on somethin' sweeter
Do you suffer from migranes or other pains
That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
Ready
Fellas, things done got too far gone
We gotta let the girls know what they gotta do for us
It's done got to be a drag, man, a man can't do
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