 XXX Hip Hop, Vol. 2 » ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ [+ ಸೇರಿಸು +] |
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1. _ Push It
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Oh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Get up on this!
Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa's here!
[Now wait a minute, y'all
This dance ain't for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!]
Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin' by day then at night working up a sweat
c'mon girls, let's go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it
Ah, push it, push it good
Ah, push it, push it real good
Ah, push it, push it good
Ah, push it, p-push it real good
Hey! Ow!
Push it good!
Oh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
Now push it
Push it good
P-push it real good
Ah, push it
Get up on this!
Boy, you really got me going
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing
Ah, push it
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2. _ Pu**y Pop
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3. _ F**k Me for Free
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4. _ Ryde or Die, Bitch
[Jadakiss]
I'm feeling this hook right here
Good looking out Timbaland
You know
[Timbaland]
What?
What?
[Timbaland (Eve)]
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist
Can flow always, sit on 4 K's
Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres
Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.
Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I.
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall
Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
And she said she got a man, but he in the fed
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed
So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore
[Styles Paniro]
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin' high with the Coogi frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a Benz
Cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs'
Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head ''cause the movie was wack, word
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse
Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
You don't want to see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You could catch holiday in to Holiday Inn
With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'
[Sheek Luchion]
Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots
How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz
They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex
And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke
Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what
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5. _ What These Bitches Want
[DMX]
Uh
[Sisqo]
DMX, Sisqo
[DMX]
Yo
What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo]
Dru Hill, you know what I'm sayin'?
[DMX]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo]
Mmm (Ruff Ryders)
DMX, break 'em off
[DMX]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo]
Break 'em off some
[DMX]
Hey yo, dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (what!)
Make you want to eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggas eat off the plate all you want, but not D (uh)
I fuck with these hos from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin' they shit
Then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin' life, I'm thinkin' more like "whassup tonight?"
Come on, ma, you know I got a wife
And even though that pussy tight, I'm not gon' jeopardize my life (a'ight)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (what!)
I gave you, you gave me; bitch, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin' more, nothin' less, but you at my door
Willin' to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest; I'm like, "A'ight, girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me, boo - a nut." (Fo' real)
[Chorus:]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want? (What you want?)
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin' you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry, girl, I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
A'iyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby, tell me what you want from me!
(So, what you want?)
[DMX]
There was Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, Leshawn, Ines, and Alicia (oh)
Teresa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookies - well, I met her in a ice cream parlor (a'ight)
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Marina (uh) Selena (uh) Katrina (uh) Sabrina (uh)
About three Kim's (what!) Latoya, and Tina (woo)
Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn)
Stacy, Tracy, Rohna, and Ronda (what!)
Donna, Yolanda (what!) Tawana, and Wanda (what!)
Were all treated fairly, but yet and still
Bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin' wit' Dru Hill
But I'm a keep it real (what!)
What the fuck you want from a nigga? (C'mon)
What the fuck you want from a nigga? (C'mon)
[Chorus]
[DMX]
A'iyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (yeah)
And a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See, now I do the math; I see if you got this
And this, and this - to some cats that nigga's the shit (a'ight)
And that's all they fuckin' with, but, see, these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on the door, no show; I'm sleep tryin' to creep
Wit' yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
[Sisqo]
X, let me talk to 'em for a minute
Oh, I know, I know it's so hard to be
A victim of my reality
Heard you callin' me names, said I was triflin'
One thing you gotta know: I'm a be a nigga for life
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh
[Chorus x 2]
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6. _ Creep
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
The twenty second of loneliness
And we've been through so many things.
I love my man with all honesty,
But I know he's cheating on me.
Look him in the eyes,
But all he tells me is lies to keep me near.
I'll never leave him down though I might mess around.
It's only 'cause I need some affection, oh.
So I creep, yeah, just creepin' on,
On the down low, 'cept nobody is supposed to know.
So I creep yeah, 'cause he doesn't know what I do
And no attention goes to show oh.
So I creep.
The twenty third of loneliness
And we don't talk, like we used to do.
Now this is pretty strange,
But I'm not buggin' 'cause I still feel the same.
I Keep giving loving till the day he pushes me away.
Never go a stray.
If he knew the things I did, he couldn't handle me.
And I choose to keep him protected, Oh.
So I creep, yeah, just creepin' on,
But I'll know. 'cept nobody is supposed to know.
So I creep, yeah, 'cause he doesn't know what I do,
And no attention goes to show oh.
So I creep, yeah, just creepin' on,
But I'll know. 'cept nobody is supposed to know.
So I creep, yeah, 'cause he doesn't know what I do,
And no attention goes to show.
So I creep, yeah, just creepin' on,
But I'll know. 'cept nobody is supposed to know.
So I creep, yeah, 'cause he doesn't know what I do,
And no attention goes to show.
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7. _ Booti Call
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8. _ Do Do Brown
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9. _ Wildflower
I'm mind shocking, body rocking, earth shaking, money making
Sitting high, looking fly, drinking on the best wine
Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stacking boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bitch, chicken-head hoe, eatin' heroes
I'm the first nigga that had you watching flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just being with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifesting
You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshiped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga
I should of slapped ya but the Gods said chill
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wondering how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cables
Whistling to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe
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10. _ Too Close
I wonder if she could tell I'm hard right now, hmmm
Yeah, come on, dance for me baby, ha ha, yeah
Oh, oh, you feel that?� Alright
Come on, don't stop now
You done did it, come on, uh, yeah, alright, hold on
Baby when we're grinding
I get so excited
Ooh, how I like it
I try but I can't fight it
Oh, your dancing real close
Plus it's real real slow
(You know what you're doing, don't you)
You're making it hard for me
All the slow songs you requested
You're dancing like you're naked
Oh, it's almost like we're sexing (oh yeah)
Yeah boo, I like it
No, I can't deny it
But I know you can tell
I'm excited, oh girl
Step back you're dancing kinda close
I feel a little poke coming through
On you
Now girl I know you felt it
Boo you know I can't help it
You know what I want to do
[Chorus]
Baby when we're grinding
I get so excited
Ooh, how I like it
I try but I can't fight it
Oh, your dancing real close
Plus it's real real slow
(You know what you're doing, don't you)
You're making it hard for me
Baby girl's dancing so close
Ain't a good idea
'cause I'mma want you now and here
The way that you shake it on me
Makes me want you so bad sexually
Oh girl
Step back you're dancing kinda close
I feel a little poke coming through
On you
[Chorus: x2]
I love when you shake it like that, ah, ah, ah
I see that you like it like that, oh, oh, oh
I love when you shake it like that, ah, ah, ah
I see that you like it like that, oh, oh, oh
Well baby I like the way that you grind
On me
[Chorus]
I like the way you move
You're making me want you
Oh the way
I like those things you do
But you're a little too closeÂÂ
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11. _ Big Pimpin'
Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talkin' bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never happen
I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, check em out now
Ride, yeah
And let's ride check em out now
Ride, yeah
We doin, big pimpin, we spendin' cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin' cheese
We doin' big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool
We be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga
Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise
We be big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga
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12. _ Get It on Tonite
When I'm looking at you I keep thinkin'
Why can't she be like you
So I'm scheming
I can't go through this believing that her love is true
Standing on the dance floor while she's trickin'
You are all I want girl she's a chicken
We might be together but love is missing
Girl I want you So what can we do?
[Chorus]
Girl if its all right
Lets go somewhere and get it on tonight
you shouldn't have to be alone tonight
Its one on one tonight, tonight
Now she's lookin' at me, but keep talkin'
Oh, now she's tryin' to ice you, lets start walkin'
Over on the dance floor, it's her fault
But what can she do? Tell me baby
Girl,If your ready
I'm ready
We can get it on
We can get it on
I know where I went wrong
She's where you went wrong
With you is where I belong
Girl, if I could find the words to say
I've gotta get away, from a love
That kills me everyday, I'd gladly say to you
[Chorus]
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13. _ I Didn't Mean To
Verse One:
Alright I might
Have had a little glare when I stared at ya ho
But I didn't know she was like that
She stared right back
My niggas warnin me that she was comin on to me
I react like a mack do I act cool
Just to test her cause I ain't no jester
I suggest her and her friend be outtie
Cause I don't want to make my pals get rowdy
And doubt me our friendship
But when lips touch
I go crazy in the clutch
Sorta like schitzo I forgets my bros and pals over gals
I didn't mean to but when you fiend you do
Strange things for the denim no matter who's in em
Grab a flooze then I'm in traffic
Don't laugh it might be your girl that I'm talkin about
I didn't mean to
Chorus: Repeat 2X
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught (I didn't mean to)
Verse Two:
Another incident when I went
Way beyond what I should of done
John should of stopped before them drawers dropped
But I didn't ain't no quittin
Really didn't care who's girl I was hittin
I admit skinz ain't a reason to lose friends
But then again I didn't know, sorry
Accept apologies and live on
Are we goin hold grudges well oh fudge
Its a new year and I do fear
Ya actions ya actin shy
I mean ya need to be smackin
That hoe
Instead of tryin to front on me ya know
that's exactly how I'm goin to be ya know
I run my game on any G ya know
Cause we the most entertainin
I meant to blame women
For makin me do what the Ak seem to
When you call I screen you
I didn't mean to
Chorus
Verse Three:
Why do fools be schememin dreamin
Actin like demons
Niggas don't give a fuck
Because they beat shit
To many girls front cute
When they want loot
They tell lies the swell guys
Can peep it and that's weak shit
that's why I run game on every freak I get
Born in Oakland grew up pumpin Too Short
I know the rules on the flooze so who's short
I once had a ho who smoked blunts yo
She tried to get me so I looked at the front door
And now she's not with me so forget it
But every once in a while I'll hit it
And it happened to be your girl
I didn't mean to and I been through
Your relationship and I hate dumb dips
But I really can't trip when they ride my tip
I didn't mean to
Chorus
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14. _ It Takes Scoop
Hold up,freeze let's go now
Wave your hands [+7]
[Chorus]
It takes two to make a thing go right
All the fellas in the house,see'mon now
It takes two to make it out of sight
All the independent women where you at
Let's go now
Here we go, here we go
Here we go now,huh,huh,huh,huh [+2]
Rock it right now, rock it right now
What,huh,huh,huh,huh
Rock it right now,rock it right now,what
Fatman scoop in the house see'mon now
Everybody reach, reach to the top
Everybody reach up, don't stop, don't stop
Everybody reach, reach to the top go[+11]
Hot girls, yahoo, hot boys, yahoo
Hot girls, yahoo, hot boys, yahoo, go[+5]
Hold up, freeze let's go now
[Chorus]
One two three, check it out now
[higher baby]put em up, put em up
[get higher baby]put em up, put em up
See'mon, go [+7]
Clap your hands everybody, see'mon why'all[+2]
Clap your hands everybody,yeah,see'mon now
Clap your hands everybody
Yeah yeah yeah, clap your hands everybody
See'mon, clap your hands everybody[hit it]
You know how we get down
Stop playin' around
Put your clothes on the ground
Take it off[+8] hit it
[Chorus]
Dj knuckles where you at
Break it down now
Dj rizz, sizzahandz break it down, see'mon[hit it]
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15. _ Name I Call Myself
[A-Plus]
He hah... hahaha!!
Yo y'all want to know about hoes?
Check it... yo
Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of
bees I skeeze I'm pullin stunts like McGyver
And I try ta, always be patient with a Miss
But I diss, 'cause groupies always seem to make me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship
I never pretend to think I befriend be them hips
and send dips, back to they moms with a grin
But if she's a boo boo head I tell no-one that I got in
[Tajai]
Yo, skins friends I got a lotta, and I gotta
bend them and then blend all the hottie
Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute
'cause I can either take it slow or yo I wild up in it
I'm pulling, yes 'cause fully dressed or threadbare they're nice
I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head's there
I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret
[Opio]
Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks
who be running track, then they be running back for more
Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be your linga
I get the finger, 'cause she can't get the stinga
any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm stronger
I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered
Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and scream
Butta second fling is but a dream
[Phesto]
From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless
but not for dips submerging it ain't hurt men to merge in
My status, from baddest to Tims I'm pulling more hips
than gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm drowsing
Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva
The liver ones 'cause I don't try to run in no dumb females
Some be swell, but, my picks so why tricks
get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I screw you dead
Chorus:
I call myself the man (8X)
[Opio]
Niggaz cling, and get attached to things on the flute
That's insane, I just be in and bang, get boots
For gosh sakes, that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game
The way the labia lips hang it's a sad shame
Clapping when you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like they're saddened
The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered
Leave em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot
[Phesto]
The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin skins out, I been stout erect checkin dips
when I'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this
[boom bow bang!!] swinging from my you-know-what's so you know buttcheeks
are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date
makes my ego [ha-hah] read those lipstick marks on my penal tip
They don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise
my description, why, when I'm making them lips bend
[A-Plus]
I hit it, I did it, I admit it
I never quit it, yes I knock the boots like I was Riddick
Bowe, get with it, hoe, I get with
No, Boomerang broads with nasty toes
Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat
But if she's fly, I try to bust that
Gluttius maximus, I wax and bust
I'm taxin just to be the mack man Plus
[Tajai]
Once I been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome
How come skins can't work their way in?
The question resting late night at her pad and
Scheming to grab and season, 'cause she's in
I fiend getting mad horny, transforming charges
into swinging me, seemingly hard miss
Let her know that I was on it
Now I got dibs on that crib I'm +Welcome Back+ 'cause I'm Kotter
Chorus
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ಆಲ್ಬಮ್ನಲ್ಲಿ [+ ಸೇರಿಸು +] |
ಈ ಆಲ್ಬಮ್ ಯಾವುದೇ ವಿಡಿಯೋ ಹೊಂದಿದೆ. ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಲಿಂಕ್ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಸೇರಿಸಬಹುದು.
[+ ವೀಡಿಯೊ ಸೇರಿಸಿ +]
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ಕನ್ನಡ 
