Lyrics:
Taste like Candy
But that girl is Poison
And there's a Meeting in my bedroom
Got struck by Cupid
Yes I did
She caught me makin another hit song
It
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggas
this bitch
Really with the shit
Talk and u will get hit
A monster is sitting on the hip
Bitch
I put that
On God
U don't wanna Fuck wit me
Nothing is free
second best
Discriminated, killed by the color of our skin,
Uh,
Okay, I do this for my family,
La Familia til the death,
Loyalty is what I stand by
At night is when I day dream the most by far
With no visions of my future
The shit's pitched all black
The Devil's sending text messages
And it's
of retiring
Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron
What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?
I'm hopin' to fill up
mad respect
Black stealthbombarama, radar can't detect that
I'm comin' is what I screamed
as a teen armed with discipline, faith, and a dream
After
a scratch she knew where to find the itch
Many warm hugs and soapy back rubs
Candlelight's held tight at the hips every night
My soul is cold boo, I can't
Heh, is that right?
The funky funky flute is just what Jimmy gave ya
But witta hip-hop flavor
On ya radio, stereo and your compact
I'm only
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
the smoke like dro
Nigga like oh what bitch
I don't give a fuck about a nigga he a ghost
Nigga barely up man that boy is a chode
Pour up on a 4 kicking hoes
it be Calvin Klein? (NO!) Then what is it? (?????)
Back to the bridge y'all
Everybody, shake your body
Keep movin and groovin and screamin
and the butter to the bread
Don't be misled by what I say
You say dust to dust and ashes to ashes
? man cut, I'm faster than Flash is
You're the one
bring no hateration to the dancery
Just move your hips and show me your capacity
I see you standing by the bar
You better buy me something and make
[VERSE 3]
Livin larger than life, and what this means is
We'll be the dopest duo comin outta Queensbridge
Now crews hate us cause we're
Every time we write a hit it's like the world revive a gift
Few words of affirmation while I'm caressing your hips
I told her love is free but I'm in need
HIP HOP
AIN'T IN THE MOOD FOR SOUTHERN ROCK
ALL I WANNA HEAR OUT OF THAT JUKEBOX
IS A COUNTRY SONG.
BY GEORGE
PLAY ANYTHING BY GEORGE
THAT'S WHAT I
do
Is what I've been trying to do
And if you got a man I ain't sticking by the rules
Don't be shy jiggy boy got a hold of you
Aye
I ain't the type
hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga
gonna play my part of the protector
I know you can handle yourself
but I wanna help ya...
Whenever there is nobody left,
Imma be the rest of...
Whats
B-A, C-K
Wednesday I would shoot from the hip with both barrels
By Thursday my peer relationships were imperiled
Friday my emotional awareness needed
niggas, man
They be like Yo son what kind of nigga releases a song like Tito Mboweni son
You tripping, that shit is trash son
up this zig-zotic hot mama out by the Ville then
I'm talking top flight, high priced brown sugar
With the curly butter, thick hips and all
With
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