Lyrics:
Getting ready
Getting ready to run
Sport Component National
And all the wilted followers
Are tired of stretching out
Getting ready
Getting
a Walmart
We got the Tennis balls for the wrong sport
If you know, you know
If you know 'bout the car port
The trap door supposed to be awkward
If you
"Squalie"
Yeah, this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
Pj's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (boy), holla at your boy
Left that night with all their gold
As a sport I was broken
As a sport I let it go
I once loved a girl named Nellie
How we loved no tongue can tell
inner-city for you
Antidotes and those who vote
Country
Carry on sir
Carry on sir
If liberty is
The sports-teaching kook
At liberty's
The sports
survive links
And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the forty
money, power, guns is boss
And countin big funs is the favorite sport
We must rise, maximize our size
Look alive, be advised it's a war outside
It's
the boys, they knew her all by name
Now he's a sport and she's a sport
And all the world, they love a sport
And if you got the urge, we got the time
Hunt, sing and dance
My heart is set
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?
Youth must have some dalliance
Of good or ill some pastance
before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport
But something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me
before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport
But something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good
Oh, something good tonight
Make me
say ?Let?s snort it!?
I can import, export a sports car, let?s sport a fresh auto (?)
Robb Report, I just bought it
I scream ?Let?s get it? they ain?t
curls
Sophisticate, and make you feel so world
Ah, there it is, so liberated
Ridin' in a sports car, so ventilated
Joggin' in a sports bra, so
showed up
Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And the parking lots growled
And my old sports
your broad, you better watch her, dawg, 'cause she a whole freak
Agency is 99, yeah, I'm into sports now
Park the Dawn, I'm hoppin' out the Dawn, I'm
La-di-da-di, walk up in the party
Sports bra, sports car driver
Show up, show out, bow in, bow out
Go in, go out, Cîroc, we pour out
I cop more diamonds,
Spent a lot of money on my brand new guitar
Baby's got a habit, diamond rings and Fendi sports bras
Ridin' down Rodeo in my Maserati sports car
Got no
La-di-da-di, walk up in the party
Sports bra, sports car driver
Show up, show out, bow in, bow out
Go in, go out, Cîroc, we pour out
I cop more diamonds,
everybody that's black
Spent 'bout two racks on handmade durags
Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black
That's everybody from sports to college
[Chorus: 2X]
Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' about runnin some shit
I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin'
from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Henny
Sipped it up with Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports
I can see millions, billions
Foreigns, all that
I can see myself gettin a lot of money
I can see the condo miami
Uhh, I can see me in a sports car
Hunt, sing and dance
My heart is set
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?
Youth must have some dalliance
Of good or ill some pastance
dat fame, roll with Untertainment
Sport, drugs, entertainment, till the arraignment
Killa!
'Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging
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