Ladies leave your man at home. The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown. And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends. 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'.
[Intro]. Hey, ay. [?]. H-h-h-holy shit. . [Pre-Hook: Eric Bellinger]. What's that you drinking? (Yeah). So I can have the bartender fill it up. Tell me what's that you blazing? (Yeah).
[Chorus: Kandi]. You make me TALK nasty nasty to ya. Dream about how I want to do ya. Think things to think about you bring it out. You show me how to use my tongue.
Ay homie. Ay yo. Shit wassup with you. What...I make ya horny huh (giggle). I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit. You act like you want some nigga.....do you?.
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man. Some fine ass girl walked by. And she was lookin, I'm lookin back. She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car".
How could you lie to me. After all we've been through. It's just so sad to see me in love with you. I gave you all of me. But still it wasn't enough for you.
Oh, look out, oh uh, come on. What'chu like, a whole lot of, whut? (Tyrese yeah). What'chu like, me on a, whut? (What'cha like, what'cha like?). What'chu like? (Can you tell me, baby).
[Da Brat](Tyrese). Oh, look out. Oh uh, come on. What'chu like, a whole lot of, whut?. (Tyrese yeah). What'chu like, me on a, whut?. (What'cha like, what'cha like?).
She's a dirty birdie, she's so flirty. Coming out the house looking all nice and purty. She's a whirly girly, she don't get up early. She like to sleep late and party like LaVerne and Shirley.
[Aceyalone:]. Project low...yeah. (I love it) Yeah-yeah!. Whoo--coo-coo-coo.... . [Chorus: 2x]. I go easy on the coke, you know. heavy on the green, don't pop the pill.
[Aceyalone]. Aiyyo the police shot Cornbread in the street. And they just killed Cochise over a beef. . Ah man, I'm just a brother whose intentions are good.
breath out breath in breath out. . there's a MC flowin' deep and wide deep and wide. rhymes i got plenty keep 'em right by my side. come and get a flow jump inside the boat for the ride.
[Chorus: Aceyalone]. Some birds don't deserve to be caged. They gotta fly away and search for the waves. Bein locked up is worse than the grave. I live by the words on the page - I know!.
Fuck is up? What's happening?. Yo, tell you a fucking story. Tell you a fucking story. . Here we go, huh!. . Once upon a time in a city called Shit. Lived a man named "What The Fuck?!?!?".
Yeah. Ah, this one's out of respect. To you and yours. Ah. I'm a b-boy, I'm the real McCoy. I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy. What's up party people in the place to be.
As Arsenio Hall would say, things that make you go HMMMM. The enemy forces inside, approached a young warrior king. and tried to subdue him, but he fought back VAL-iant-ly.
With a grin that matched his own she said,. "You're not a thief, are you?". He shrugged. "Do I look like a thief?". "You look like the most attractive man here.".
It's about the art. It's about the alright.. alright listen. . First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club. Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club.
Check it out y'all.... This is Aceyalone on the microphone. and we got my nigga Punish on the beatbox. and we gonna show you how WE does it.... . Anywhere you go.
oh yes welcome to hiphology please open up your workbooks to page. and break out your pads and pens and your calculators. for the first lesson of today is.