a go And I washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real a go New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a a go Squad in the club wit me tryna find a to fall in love wit me a go Mami hit me on the told me meet her at the spot And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go
Bleek come scoop you, try to you Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the A bit of that, wan-tan soup the hood, got more chips then wan-tan
But matter fact, got more than nacho Not from rap, when I to fuck wit Pancho I'm in the class, all by Now you haters crowd my space
Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker fix ya face For butterfly-stitch ya face If ya bitch line, put the bitch in place If the record 'Just' get the blaze, nigga
Put in back, on the for motherfuckers The Roc get hot, let 'em "It's the Roc, in ya area" You better ya folks They hate to see a clique, but now
a go And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's a go New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason a go Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in wit me a go Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the And I'm to call her back, its a go
Highest paid act, highest to rap I advance myself, and pay back Ha, man you love that When them pockets on "E" man you hug that Corner like you wanna proposal and that Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above
Oh hold on Young, let me get it You got beef in streets, Lord, let me get a gat Boy you now into the greatest Can't us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
Nigga it's nothin', my and half dozens 'cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins Boy and get ya mind right We put you on the news, you want lime light nigga Channel 2 or 4, you know what 9 like nigga men, we put on UPN
a go And I washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real a go New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a a go Squad in the club wit me tryna find a to fall in love wit me a go Mami hit me on the told me meet her at the spot And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go
One, in the club, two, models to go Three, bottles of Arma', four, of dro Five shots to draw, my six hits off Seven you make Heaven, or eight, a go
got that ice in ya drink Long legs skirt, what you mean, everything's a go My thugs out die of the club wit Nine on ya waist, let's we gettin' in
Nigga I'm for, I'm willin' to clap boy You me back for' go I spring action, Brooklyn I'm back for I'm it back boys 'cause
a go And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's a go New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a a go Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in wit me a go Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go