[Girl Oh this is my The reason that we here. (Shut the up.) The that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.) You shut the [beep] up, can you do? We been in this car for 5 hours you gonna do? (I'm tell you a story)
[Verse 1: Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, like extra goodie I couldn't break dance ya'll, or boogie I was with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, sure I had soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, Not golfin' like golf, he had gophers get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam deserve to live Back I played for douchos, went over the riverside Young life, left, we back over the riverside played for stone gem That's when I him and Jim We ain't ballin for real, the stone gems? Where's the rims? That's when you lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a the game And not namin' But fames like Damon Wayans Connect for life is, the kept us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and I had to hustle harder, move up my marger Seen New City, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, send a bird to my love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
[Chorus: Get the the kicks, and clothes So we can get the models And hit the strip with the Dip, 'Set to blow Now you All of the reasons why we the doe Get the the kicks, and clothes So we can get the models And hit the strip with the Dip, 'Set to blow Now you All of the reasons why we the doe
[Verse 2: Killa! That nigga man, let me break it down real for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm prestigous You have various All my pieces, them, cherry and peaches Chics, and Peaches They had deheaters If I a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, lives hoes, fo But kept the fo-five, for guys with eyes low Pick me up fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Auto, they like Diablo My the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But they slimmy sue Can rock a Jimmy Choo Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' too Coupe Calez, he boo And he skinny too, had my favorite rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but in jump Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in He ain't never scared, scared, raise the trunk just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump The way runnin I guess they could relate to them
Jaheim] Get the the kicks, and clothes So we can get the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're to blow Now you All of the why we chase the doe