I beep my horn and they come to the car damn right,they come to a star that's right, it comes with the car Now tell ya boss,you can't come in tommorow my dro,come by the jar They bring me drinks,why come by the bar? Naw niggar,I ain't come here to spar These hollow tips? I'll come were you are Stomp through,Smooth with the soliders Two stepping, Moving ma shoulders Now the moneys rolling in We got bottles lined up like bowling pins Mami, You stearing with a slouch Stearing at me,While am standing on the coach Come and get in a blue flames Have a sip with a blue shit,Let rock!
Chorus Now you know i don't usually do this (but you looking good tonight) And you know i don't usually do this (But you gon smoke tonight) Now you know i don't usually do this (But you gon drink tonight) Now you know i don't usually do this (But you gon fuck tonight)
Verse 2
Now, Whose hot?,Whose not? I could take a few shots you got I could burn a few knots you got I could blow a few spots you got But, I chill,I will Get it the popping when ever i feel I still shut it down And am white and yellow studed down Watching pretty girls strut it round Take the birdies and plot it down Like tiger woods did it But am hood with it You never seen a thug looked this good with it And i promise that, Fuck with me You better move where "sadam" is at You see am in here with the white ones on Tryna get fucked up,Before the lights come on?
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: John David Jackson (Fabolous) (SOUNDEXCHANGE)Publicado em 2003 e lançado em 2011 (25/Mai)ECAD verificado fonograma #10237586 em 05/Mai/2024