Lyrics:
the start
And I'd get captivated by her luscious curly hair
Creative in whatever style she choose to wear
Her lovely full brown lips come equip
With a soft
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Can you hear me now?
This is not the girl you used to know
Talking to you now
I
it, the rhyme is hot
Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
style, and they made it
The dope boys love me in the hood, I'm they favorite
In the jails, niggas is makin' bets I'ma say shit
Hands-on with certified
style, and they made it
The dope boys love me in the hood, I'm they favorite
In the jails, niggas is makin' bets I'ma say shit
Hands-on with certified
she wasn't there
But a young new detective is hot on the case, shows up at her house and he calls her by name
He says, “I'm sure they deserved it, it's
matchin' with the ratchet
Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin' bout the bird
Flow through your
what we got
To erase the waste replaced whats bot
The top is hot
But lucky enough
We more then prepared to take it there
Look at yourself way deep inside
at country side
There is no city we can buy only bottle of wine
Nobody wanna say anything that we want to drink
That men I'm sure just live their know nothing
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
cheese while
Everybody gettin watched nowadays Everybody gettin popped by the cops nowadays
I think about Shakur sometimes Change I'm really not sure
tend to come around
They wanting you for sure
That party last way more
Never ending is norm
Sure sure
Bitches by the dozen galore
The way they shake that
distill
Lulled by the sound of the ring road in my little town
My rhyme illuminates the people who look grey
In the playground with the worst style
I
My homies say this girl is cramping my style
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
And I don't know how
I'm so (caught up)
I'm really feeling it (caught up)
You sound a little crazy
But it could be the heat
I'm roasted like a chestnut
By the fire of your feet
Your body is a furnace
Your love is the coal
Got sauce, it's dripping on me
Been balling, carry my team
Make sure my dogs get to eat
Young nigga been through a lot
Hate cause my music is hot
Young
Don't get me riled, I get wick-wick-wild
Flex styles by the pile, so smile for awhile
Aware, my dear kick-kick-kick, snare
That the flavor's in the air,
stop drop right on the scene
This nigga here is to hot
And to much
For you to touch
Betta tell ya man
If two touch
Then he too will get you bust
the birdie
Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde
Battling, whenever, hot Damn
Give me the microphone bwoy, one time, bam!
Keep it
cut me tshirt a one three nah fi seh a word nuh tek treat me we shoot first know craft sure me see it work glock inna me pocket mi nah Ave on nuh shirt
with the pad and pencil
Your ass is hopin' that today I'll be feelin' gentle
This is for sure, you don't wanna get me detrimental
Do to my temperamental
lurk with a pad and pencil
Your ass is hopin' that today I'll be feelin' gentle
This is for sure, you don't want to get me detrimental
Cause with my
like that
Yeah
Do you want me to change my style
I say no
I say no
Shawty you for be like that
I've seen a lot of girls around the world
But nobody
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