your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there Chorus [Verse 2] Face and
and Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp Nelly chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp Ali is throwin' money in the front row And 'er body
over Dj Drama and t.i. joc and nelly When we In da club I'ma pop a couple of bottles and i'ma start that good shit up Got 5000 ones and i'm about to
gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and
with a pocket full of rubbers and have it bouncin go make the announcment Smoke like dynamite the good times Want both girls like prime time Want real highs and
they trucks and they women when I'm with 'em Like I catch 'em in linen And then I flip 'em and run up in 'em Send her back to him And go to his house
get loose Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose Hold on to the pole, drop it low and get loose No xo
Yo, whattup baby girl, fuck is the deal? Nah you know I'm sayin I'm on my way fo' sho' Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already And you know Leezy
the days over so run u back over like u never have in the range rover. [
Now shake that ass I'm like, uh Whoa hossie and that ass ain't playin' I'm a teach it to go varsity in a passin' ram marry me and Divorce me and get
make me a don You see this is why I'm hot, and this is why he not So, mama, climb on top and show me what you got, aye Aye, bend that ass over and let
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me
now pumping like all my pow Ass up face down I'm going to town Round and round here I go pumping for nothing Cus she wiggle and wiggle and wiggle just
Call your boys I got boys from west point to Nelly B Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat Plus I fuck with smelly freaks and I think
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and
in the condom And you are the vagina, your flow is and ah kinda, so you can blow my anaconda Treacherous methods, respect my grammar and I [gunshot], oh I made you look Insane sixteens and
you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch And be a good
rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper Y'all