all for You Sing and shout It's all for You Dance around It's all for You Sing and shout It's all for You Dance around It's all for You
thats why i be often throwed play the game how its go all we do is bob and weave search fo ways that we can eat still stuck out here in the streets all
what? We just like y'all niggaz This is for my soap opera bitches, my fuck you baby daddy bitches My foodstamp, nail and weave bitches Club hoppin bitches
the rims then you blinded by the ice I ain't talkin bout the shit around my wrist nah Talkin bout this here all around to gets you I think I got the coldest
a nigga forget Girl you sucking so good, your pussy oughtta be wet You doing it like a big ooh, I knew you was a superfreak Dougie get you hot and erotic
a diamond, I'm embarassed you keep rhymin Fuck you Simple Simon -- materialistic and twisted Fake mink, buy your own fuckin drink Big shots sport you but you got a fuckin weave
jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! When you
wanna bust you but homey let me ask you Why you wanna play with that gun, and make me blast you Moms all cryin and shit, she gotta ask you {?} better
money back when you did your taxes Oodles and noodles for lunch and breakfast T-shirt little Got a big ketchup stain in the middle Lil dirt tpain you
how you was battled and slainI get rude and go, to your show and use a rowof fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flowA pro mean like Joe
part with my anal staff You scream test for AIDS, stretch marks make me laugh Sign your contracts for Willie, smoke a big Phillie I'm too old for young
you make my money you piece of trash Make my money right now, you get on that street and you look good And you work good and you suck good ok [Kane
J-Ro, or Daddy, you bad you mistaken if you thought you had me, twisted like a bad knee Type of cat that won't call you back, make you bring me cognac
all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don'
all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you
hoez [Big Boi] Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot Just like your mama Sunday cookin' turkey necks in the pot You ready
Big Syke daddy wid the Brooklyn Zu You know what to do, freaky sucky sucky Won't you show the crew how you play wit' the monkey Let him see you don't
[Hook] She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave She got gel and weave, gel and weave Weave weave in they
