the mountain and a big blue sky So open wide Running like a girl You go sailing past my window chased by tracers of the sun Running like a girl Meet me
[Intro:] Huh! It was not the di ghetto rebel who moved his modda from one address In Kingston eleven to anodda in Kingston eleven, it was dat likkle
the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is All he talk about is chips, he gotta
storay NegligA©e hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop Cuz its twice as nice when its frosted up Sweetness
compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* And AMG is puttin down girl
the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty
me Bow Wow's got game, but he's five foot three Nice crossover dog, try that jive on me Might need a little backup to hang with me Fuck that, two on one
Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh It come out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him - ass
And act like the doors overlooked her and took her For a place to hide and when he got his ride He let the nice slide and the girl, she died Her family
(feat. Donovan Owens) Ladies and Gentlemen I wanna introduce to you right now Young Donovan... He's eleven (mmmmm) The problem we're facing right now
s Eleven+, robbed the whole Vegas Strip Judged by twelve, but oh well If controversy sells, I'm about to clock a grip (whoo) Do the math and count the months in a year nigga Gave your girl
and cho girl Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Listen pimp, come and get cho girl Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ay...hol up, is dat yo girl...yeah Well come
I leave home, kiss my girl on the cheek and then I say a prayer If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs I bypass the elevator and i took
Tryin' to fall through, I got tall brew, it's all you Or like I be, let's shoot up to the club like two tattoos VIP, who lets who, no dancing with two
OUT WITH ONE OF THOSE THINGS! CARLY: OKAY. THAT?S ENOUGH. WE?VE STILL GOT? (CARLY CHECKS PAPER) ?ELEVEN PEOPLE TO SEE. SAM: OOH! ELEVEN? CARLY: CALM
storey Negligee hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop 'Cuz it's twice as nice when it's frosted up
he ain't in the streets, he ain't cooking soft, or selling bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two time felon is All he talk about is chips
So many years ago now Don't you touch those bad girls So I never had girls Until I had my Mary when we married My Mary then had my two sons My life as
