so good (yeah) Yeah baby, blowin me right out of my mind, she's so good baby (what what) So good baby (yup yup) So good sugar, hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh-hoooooooooo (James DeBarge) So
her cuerpo Her body language speaks spanish and it says so: "Ay Que Bueno".."Papi Dame Lento" Me understand it so me slam it So Sing: Ay que bueno
table, they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin. I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it. Because you say so under your
outta control, smoke so I can feel good I got drank or I got a lot of money, I got a lot of bank These people say man that Flip so god damn thoed, man
or maybe even Quik's, Hi-C, AMG, or the Penthouse Clique It really don't matter cause niggas still statter, on top of that thang WE ALL GETTIN' PAID So
top a blade No deal so I still keep stockin' the cane I only recognize your girl from the top of her brain She loves the taste so much she even swallows
ears no complications az yalla yalla (so c'mon c'mon) come on give me some of oh! Give me give me some of oh! Cama tov li be-America (I feel so good
up to no good Shootin' up everything and Tec-9 bail ringin' Showin' the punk-ass snoops how we gangbangin' Psycho assassin I laugh when I stick 'em Then I bury hI
say goodbye and the sun greetin us like? [Diddy] Hello? Good morning? (Let?s go, let?s ride) Hello? (Yeah, c?mon) Good morning? Hello!? Good evening!?
I'm happy pocket full of doe From the C-O representin' So So The girls recognize in these niggas do to I'm the flyest they walkin' through junior high school So
dick like a human shish-ka-bob [Hi-C] Hey [woof] CB4 is fly So grab them ankles, throw your (*woof*) in the sky [Chorus: (Daddy-O) Hi-C] (And fell
ain't do nuthin) The fuck is you doing Man fuck it I'm telling you nigga don't tripIt's gonna be all good man It's gonna be all good hey [C-Bo] Can't
les chiens Y'a trop de trains qui passent, ce train c'est le mien Bye bye, but I have to leave Goodbye tender years, hi battle zones And smelling,
to smoke my choloclate-tie She try To smoke with a new guy But it's not di same so she turn to C-I Know, I Would never smoke C-I Blaze my chronic until
Hi C, I'm free at last I'ma free man, free as the world be and like an early bird, I'm special But you ain't that special, as that investor So to myself
some bullshit (Get 'em up Billy!) Humanity makes the pellets that swim like the blade through gut jelly So what the fuck can you tell me? So what on God
killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike
rap And makin em clap and snap and pat my back The style, lyrics and flow is what you lack That's why your tracks be soundin so wack Yo, you're not good