(feat. Lil' Kim) [Lil Kim and B2K] Now what they go say Now what you go do, do that thing its on you Walked in the spot and I already picked one
Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow (what) Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow (C'mon) Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow You think you know, but you have
put you into diamonds Take you to the islands Show you everything You aint never seen Just let me take you out the hood babe Let me take you out the hood
you sayin', Did ya say my nigga got killed? (is he dead), Did ya say he didn't make it? (is he dead), Please tell me you know who did this, I'm on my
you've got me sprung (Gil you've got me, sprung) I'm not number one, no [Verse 2:] (Listen) Girl you see i need you I know you're mad at how your man
brake u off (to tha trak from Big Tank) no holdin back (but trust me I came) wanna get down PRO (fessional and if) u aint know (you're about to know in 1) 2
you finally found a real love I'm tryin' to take you out the hood, show you something good Make sure you're okay, everything is straight You're a superstar, you
number one, no Girl you see I need you I know you mad at how your man treats you But he can't do it for you like I do You claim you wanna leave so give
Yea, yea, yea (It's B2K ya'll) It's B2K ya'll Welcome ladies... and gentlemen (Yes) To the U Got Served Soundtrack (Yea) We about to do dis You know how
't need a lot, I got this on lock dog You so down The way you do it babe Put ya back into babe, uhh ohhhh can I get it on I got a lot in mine and that
Traduzione: B2k. Smile-Marques Housten (You Got Served Soundtrack).
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, f**k eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight f**k
gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep like Big Mouth, runnin through
ya flat, nigga (Chorus) 1,2,3 3,2,1 Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns It's like the hip to the hop The glock to the hip You best rush home 'For you
nigga what You trippin on my set and you disrespectin Nigga better steppin fo' I leave dat ass wet and You upsettin my fuckin nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you
you, 4 and a half for you And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas Everybody I pay got the finger
Test the circle, beat you till your purple Then have my man search you from your hat to your workboots Fam fuck you and the cats that co signed you Catch you while you
