Yeah he buy you clothes, I hit it from the back. Yeah he drive a Benz, I'm in a woodwill Cadillac. He readin' you poetry while I'm spitttin' this country game.
[David Banner - Intro]. It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time. To get y'all punk bitches straight. First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch.
This is where the young folks are born. And the old people die. We're just tryin to get by. Tell em meet me at the crossroads. If your the good or the bad.
David Banner ft Maino - Castle In Brooklyn. David Banner ft Maino - Castle In Brooklyn.
It's gon' be aight though (ohh). This one's for you, yeah!. Cadillacs on twenty two's.... Pimp my voice and mack these beats.... Pray to the to the lord for these Mississippi streets.
In californication, yeah, bitch I'm from the country dumb make the nigga soft. Big city nigga come south and get they wigs knocked off. ...I just hustle and flow, find a track to start and pimp on a hoe.
[Intro]. It's gon' be aight though (ohh). This one's for you, yeah!. Cadillacs on 22s.... Pimp my voice and mack these beats... . [Chorus - repeat 2x].
(Ooh, come along with me). . Play with it while you have hands. Dust settles, cities turn to sand. Trespassing this is their land. Time flies, make a statement, take a stand.
Listen. . Well, I'm extremely cheap. I snore when I go to sleep. The little bit of nothin' have left. I'm strugglin' trying to keep. . Your friends may all agree.
You so freaky. You so freaky shorty. Ooh, you so freaky. Shit, you so freaky shorty. . Uh uh, you so freaky. Ooh Lord, you so freaky. Mmm uh, you so freaky shorty.
[Cee-Lo]. Come on. Chop chop. Mmm hmm. Yeah man. I'm just gonna play with why'all on this. Hidey ho. . Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good.
[Cee-Lo]. Come on. Chop chop. Mmm hmm. Yeah man. I'm just gonna play with why'all on this. Hidey ho. . Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good.
She want to be just like daddy. So you know I had to slam her. In the kitchen fuck your pans up. When I'm done she clean them pans up. She think the trap is romantic.
[Couplet 1]. Mon amour, mon amour. Rappelle-toi nos souvenirs. On était libres, on était libres. On avait toute la vie. Chaque jour, chaque jour. Semble loin d'nos fous rires.
[Do you feel the way I feel...]. Feel that shit nigga. Do you feel the way I feel?. Do you fuckin feel it?. Yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo. . HOOK:. You want to wild out, come on!.
[Chorus]. In these streets, where we from. We all caught in the game. Tryna pull our life out of the drain. If you don't make it, you the one to blame.
This is to my niggas up in here with they fuckin' shorties and. shit...your girls...your wifies and shit...this is to them niggas.... . (Chorus 1). Victoria don't know how to keep a secret.
It's ugly, yo. This that Scott Storch shit. Sticky Sticky Sticky Fingaz. Missy Elliott. This that jungle shit. . [Chorus]. Why I always see you up in the club?.
Yeah. Spice muthafuckin' One. Coolin' in Cali. Kickin' that gangsta shit. You get with it?. . Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then.