Whole house freeze. . It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was. Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly. Curved indeed, she started staring in my direction.
Many times we been this way. Just another walk in the rain. But you know it isn't like before. Darling, that's over, you said it's over. . If we held each other near.
Aiyyo you might see Cam in designer underwear. New reclining leather chair reminders everywhere. How we pull up in whips the minors stop and stare. And when it comes to girls they behind us everywhere.
You know I'm well known like Al Capone. Fully blown like Ton' Montana. In a zone, sittin on chrome. Stoned sippin' on cham-pagna. . Rollin' ganja up in Bible papers.
*Dj Scratches*. . (Bronx Queens). Yeah, Uhh. No Doubt. (Yeah Big Pun). Yeah Yeah No Doubt. Yeah Lets Get It On. Yeah. Freestyles. (Hot 97). Hot 97. Uhh.
Artist: big punisher, eightball, fat joe. . [fat joe]. Yeah (y'all niggaz is crazy). Don carta' bomb harder (we makin a bomb mayne). Terror squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad).
Yea yeah, flamboyant entertainment, no doubt. . Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks. Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks. I sex them chicks and send them home.
[Chorus]:. Let's go Ma what you shakin with show me what you makin with. I got a hoola hoop show me what your ass can do. money how you workin with show me what you're twerkin it.
This shit is so damn hot, hot. This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot. This shit is so damn hot, hot. This shit is hot, hot, hot, hot. . This shit is so damn hot, hot.
Turn up with Lil Yachty. Thugger, Thugger, babe. Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah. Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat. R.I.P. to Troupe. . You better run, we gon' come for you.
Niggas is phony and bitches is fake. Niggas is phony and bitches is fake. Niggas is phony and bitches is fake. Fuck bitches (Get money) Go hard in the paint.
Ooh ma, how u like me now. Now that you know that I'm blingin'. Ooh, you could've took me there. Now you sittin' reminiscin'. . About my time you wasted.
Big shout out 2 lil' FP. Bentley. (Big shout out). Mr. Bankley. . (Bentley). Yep. Yep. (HP). . Definitely Bentley. HP. Tha whole bad boy style Diddy himself.
Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, stay focused. It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady. Diddy, I see you, baby. . Y'all niggaz done met ya match. I'm somethin' like a pimp you bust I bust back.
[Chorus:]. Hold on Hoe. Hold on Hold on Hold on Hoe. AY!! [x4]. . Don't run up on me like you know me player. Hold on HOE!. I'm smokin Kush you on that reggy.
Verse 1. Di gal dem say me smart. A pretty gal me want. A hotti hotti gal alone can win me heart. At first it was a dream fe drop inna de team. Woman ah get wise so me have ah bigger scheme.
Verse 1:. Hands off my property this is not monopoly. Holdin my girl and she alone can be on top of me. Some got the chance and they came and made a mockery.
See, the party won't start 'til I walk in. And I might start over with them Burberry tims. Me and J.D. with 'bout 10 of our friends. The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens.
(Heads up). I hear them people coming daddy. You better get to running daddy. (Heads up). (Heads up). They walking through the court man. (Heads up). (Heads up).
Nas: {Verse One}. . What?. Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins. Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is. Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine.