Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. . Every time I see your face. Ever since that day met. Sparks flying every where.
Intro:. Trackmasters nigga. L.o.x, cnn. . Verse 1:. [capone]. I been through,. Runnin' from cops,. Eatin' beef on the corner. Been through cold cells.
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.
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).