it doesn't pretty feels We're gonna bring em on Get it on, it on it on it on This is how we get it on Eeee Better I can read your mind, I love to redesign
Ayye, Ayye Ayye Feet all on the couch and now I'm sippin somethin We wrong, we wrong, we wrong, we wrong If you got some pretty friends we gon bring
ya nose dripping So much blood on the floor, you might as well be pretending to be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing Sounds kinda tempting, doesn't it? Dissing me wasn't really worth it, was it
] "It's the R.O.C. Cafe - ya mean?" "Memph' Bleek, Young and Mack - ya mean?" "Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?" "Get back - ya mean? Get clapped
of We could change the world In the night while we are sleeping Now the rich get richer And the poor stay poor And folks get restless If it don't change
(feat. Red Cafe, Paul Cain, Freck Billionaire) [Verse 1: Red cafe] The money on the wood, The "B" on the hood So what I talk I live, Let it be understood
else? !) I get behind it I'm doing this. (What else? !) [Verse: Black Buddafly] What is it that you want? You're talking bout her and cheating, now go on. (Go on
had a divorce, they split apart (Split apart) I do it slow, til you scream (Do it faster) Red Cafe, I'm back the Trackmaster [Chorus: Nina Sky (Red Cafe
and (Red Cafe)] So what you saying, huh? (Little momma what it do?) Do you like it? (Little momma what it do?) What you saying, huh? (Little momma what it
life (come xxxx with it) We connected 4 life [Red Cafe:] Lights, cameras, dress to perfection Arm, hammer, 16 shot selections Round here we throw them hollows like it's a western Got it
(feat. Icarus, Red Cafe, Sy Scott) [Sy Scott] Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic
] [Verse 2: Red Cafe] Ugnh I did it yup yup I did it I'm super fly with it paper arrives with it Get the magazine if you wanna vibe with it That rich
thuggin' on them hoes Red bottom heals she got blood on her toes I was like damn where you from what's your name You the one I'm reppin' got it swingin' on
Bronx lot Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot
mary jane It's the last one to Paris Puff we can run a train Cause I wake up with sex on a plane Sippin' sex on a beach, havin' sex on a plane Game,
brick It's like I'm doin a performance All eyes on we, Homegirl want me Say he on tha track, So tha track real funky Pants red monkey, Gucci go donkey
[chorus:] Niggas on my left niggas on my right Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight? As real as it get holster on my hip Is anybody tied of
cologne Oh Carey get out your cane And I'll put on some silver Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and
