I know a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt. You give her twenty dollars and you can do work. She'll take food stamps and a traveler's cheque. Because her hair and her face, and her life's a wreck.
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town. Every time I drive by you're just standin' around. Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand.
James Todd Smith, know what I'm sayin'? Track masters. Fresh off the private jet from Europe did four months out there. Extra paper, scoop that up. Back on the scene, crisp and clean.
I was at the mall, sippin' on a milkshake. Playin' the wall, takin' a break. Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings. Baby hair and bodies built to swing.
Don't call it a comeback. I've been here for years. I'm rocking my peers. Puttin' suckers in fear. Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon. Listen to the bass go boom.
Aha, y'nahmean?. Word up, just wanna bring em to it real. Real rugged like, uh, man. Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?. Go diggin', uh check it.
Yeah, this one's dedicated, to my grandmother. And your grandmother. It's all love, let's not forget who raised us, word up. . Big mama, my grandmother, my main girl.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. . We gon' get it poppin' now girl. Get your best dress on tonight. Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl. Get your best dress on tonight.
Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, word up, this shit gon' be ill. . Raw like sushi.
Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, word up, this shit gon' be ill. . Raw like sushi.
It's L to the L and Cool to the J. This is just how we funk today. And when it's time for us to get. Know what I mean?. . Forget yo swag (Forget yo swag).
Yo, yeah yeah, alight after this particular practice run. I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot. That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point.
Ah yeah. I want to send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide. City to city, ghetto to ghetto. Some flavor for you and yours. And your jeep. .
LL. Radio killer. Yeh. . Y'all think they can handle this one man?. Alright. Call the radio and tell 'em this your song. This your song, this your song, this your song, this your song.
Ya gotta shook up, shook down, shook up all your lovin'. Ya gotta shook up, shook down, shook up. . I want a girl with extensions in her hair. Bamboo earrings, at least two pair.
That joint is hot, baby. . Lights, camera, action, hold up. You know my style, I been blowed up. Paper was young, now it's growed up. Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up.
AKA John Mickens. AKA John Mickens. AKA John Mickens. . I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens. Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin'.
March, march, march, march. Boomdizzle, baby. . Way back in 1776. Who would have thought we would have had these chicks. Sum kinda slim and some extra thick.
C'mon and you don't stop. And you don't stop. And you don't stop. . I was launched off the block, straight to the top. To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot.
Ey, ey, check it out homie. Man, you need to get up out of this spot man. And get a job man before you get smoked man. I know you don't wanna hear it man.