She Bad(Aye) Look At Her(Aye) She Sexy(Aye) Look At Her(Aye) She Sexy(Aye) Look At Her(Aye) She Fine(Aye) Look At Her(Aye) She Mine(Aye) Look At Her [
that I'm real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH) I'm similar
Lloyd) [Lloyd:] Ohhhh... oohh it's the same feeling I always seem to get about you (oh) about you... ya [Verse 1: Brisco] I know my friends say I might
I could mad at ya, Kenny Carl? looking bluer than an avatar, I'll help you get your groove back like Angela. I could handle her, show her I'm the best
plaques Homie got cheese, but he don't feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I
? And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through? Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove
Cent] Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than soso the games in the choke hold Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva
thats iight man I ain?t got nuttin to prove I?m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose Look man I don?t know what you been drinkin? I don?t know
?s cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I?m creflo dollar I?ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I?m confused; I like Megan
why I call her Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her Hickups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know
in the hood like its government cheese Spray on Suzukis [50 Cent:] Yeah yeah Funk Flex Keep playin' with 'em [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah Look Look Yeah Look Look Look [Verse 2: Lloyd
ya, ride with ya, I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, I wanna ride With ya, ride with ya, ride with ya, I wanna move with ya, move with
out of my league on this one so when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity you gon be
of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord (Lord), I want you to leave this vicinity You gon
thin tires and O.Z.'s And ya'll got jewels but I doubt it's the same shine Mine look like the sun and moon's out at the same time Don't worry about the
that (Nah man) I keep my bad habits away from where I'm gon eat at Before I sit up for a bitch I'll loose one knee cap (yeah) I paid a visit to father
:] you want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo forehead, you'll look like a unicorn, (WOO) I never slip whether
