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Oh, show a little flesh
Let me see a little flesh,
Just show a flesh
Let me see a flesh, mami
Just a little flesh
Let me see a little

Im so hood and I change
Rip blocks Venice
All the way to Fullton to James, L.A. to BK
Rome and Im serious
Born more clever then my nemesis

Pop like Im Michael Jordon in the 90s
Six ring all I do is big
sickin' my taste
Big ass, small waist, flawless
dont matter the race

'Cause we all as soon as the lights go out
If the good I might show out
If it's right Im tight like a fin
dis pipe blow out
The ward, let a psycho out

Young Rome a redneck with his rifle out
Whats that glow, mami ice no
Rhinestone
We have conference calls with
Been like this since I got my cake up

the dirt off the concrete and shake up
Been caring my timbs since B2K's up
Im like Patton no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One that dont compete in my brains is failing man

show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma

We bag then broads
We bag
You can have those hood rats with them T bag
Rome gotta like him, Im slappin' these silly
Rip the nerve out your that dont feel me

And I rock the party Bizzy B in his prime
Im cool as an AC Im not Rhymes
No disrespect but Im smooth as a Jazz
But live as the
Homey Im beyond the

Im not a star, Im the sun, not 2, I am the 1
I am not a rose, I am the gun
And I spit for the half niggas sleep on cots
Started nothing
of boats and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop
Git on my grizzle and bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, never
mad 'cause Im tight
Cheap as a language, I ain't the one mami

show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Man I seen it all
Niggas clapped up over brick outs
With po po, pepper stray, sticks
Broads impressed this willy shit
willys a trick?
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on silly shit

I dont from yellow bottles
I like my brown as just jo, hold a grudge no
I erase like Bubba fat
stars to ball
Clap the Grammy Awards

Down hits, seven up, spit hit, up
Missed seven enough, shred 'em up
Set 'em up, wet 'em up, won't let 'em up
Hit 'em twice some 'cause he ain't dead enough
me Iron Man

Think Im sexy now, you see me in my boxer
You think my flow is
I got old in my refrigerator
Harder then you, you niggas how we do
What

Mami show a flesh, let me see you ma
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma