that's what I'll be (Chorus, 4x): I'll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your I'll be your lady in the street And your freak in the bed (
[Verse 1: G] We be 6 deep creepin' In a Deville sittin' up on D's with the suspension squeakin' Got us some P, runnin' the D's so we gon' smoke this
you in, how'd you get here? Gucci go bonkers, man the flow's monster Old folks wonder how I ride Hummer Corvette, old school, Verte look like Tonka Fo' deep gangsta, negro wood
they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV Black gon pay me still get the smack on Baisly Cause I?m touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady boy You
the D in drug dealer I'm the G in gangsta nigga, I'm the realest nigga That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street I'm the gold on your teeth
we know is whats wrote in the paper Yo, but let it be the other way around Let it be the 'wood with his ass on the ground And then they wanna take action
and beat streets I be sliding on buck, with 23's on my feet Don't-stoppers riding choppers, for them boppers I be sitting so high, you'd think I'm in
some motherfuckers A young handsome motherfucker I sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em And who you wit'? And what's yo name? And you not hear, boo? I'm Wale And that D
hey yo Hey yo 'Coz that's my peeps and we rows D Flying first class from NY City to Blackstreet What chu know about me Not a mothafuckin' thing Cartier wooded
hatin cause I aint finished Just a nigga from the hood Tryin to keep it to the good Wit dem gangs run the street And they push dem Cadillac woods
Most High Or he's a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, pick one Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, ladies spell my shit A-D-D, I-C-T, I-V-E, lick your lips
the check Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin' rovers Every coast watch out, 'cuz the south's takin' over Caddie Devils, wood steerin' wheels Got that chromed out lady
mothafuckas A young handsome mothafucka I sling that wood I just don't chuck 'em And, who you wit And, what's yo name And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale And, that D
't goin no were bitch your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked
The Ladies Come To The Front All The Hatas Get Out Da Building, Ya Hear Me [Chorus: Slim] Laid Back, In The Lac, Grippin The Grain, As Im Cruisin The Streets
[Verse 1 - G] We be 6 deep creepin' In a Deville sittin' up on D's with the suspension squeakin' Got us some P, runnin' the D's so we gon' smoke this