Lyrics:
a "date", the going out we had, after some weeks we met
After the video calls, the calls, and I like you's we said
Isn't it clear by now, I always put on my
rae, me, but we don't sing, motherfuckers
So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming
but got killed
Mama cryin', tears are thirsty, but listen here
We only got one shot, better get it clear
How do you want it? Tell me how you feel
that way
J.d. Dove, show your love, what you got to say? (What's up? What's up? What's up?)
I say G's are makin' figures at a high regard
And niggas
doesn't matter who you are
I only wanna see you dancing
Surreal superstar
My Lamborghini we can race in
Be my queen video game crush
By my side as in real
J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? (no)
Well, fuck you then!
I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the 8ball like Minnesota fats
Got more ? than
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
they can't come down here
And shoot no video
(They can't come down here to to New York)
Fuck 'em (Yo)
You know I'm sayin'?
(Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em)
love
The sidewalk anti-folks, all the
Friendly homeless people, jesse
Lazarus, everyone who participated in
The gang vocals
The video shoots or any
Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla
Plug One, y'all)
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you
are only ordinary men here, no heroes
A mic and the kingpins become Calimeros
You can ask around town who's got the power of words
Only one answer;
from you
OK
ladies and gentlemen Martin Lawrence
boo
this is Marin Lawrence's First video visit to a
recording studio
and his last
was fantasizing
That you would come slide in me and confide in me
He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I
30 second clips of videos didn't last long
But you know its just enough to see if shorty ass strong
Digital hoes that you ain't gotta spend no cash
probably elope
Nobody knows how I shoot for the stars or aim at the moon
Or how I put a band-aid pon a bullet wound
Or, how no matter who you are I'm just
shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody
We are the ones who kneel to the young with a
Heart of gold to avoid being victimized by our sons
We be the ones trying to raise them into all man
went insane, callin' me by my name like
"Whassup J?" Girl, you oughta be shamed
Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you badly you mistaken
If you thought you had
Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals likе Prince Rogers
Who evеr thought a billionaire
Come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you
See this song ain't for everybody
Only the sexy people
You know who you are, hey baby
I'ma take you back to the 80's, check this out
This beat
think the dubs are mistranslating
But the guys who fansub are masturbating
So 4KidsTV won't let me be
Or let me be me
So let me see
They tried to switch
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