everything that comes to my head for ya, can't even remember the shit I just said to ya. C 1,2,3,4 What the hell are we? Fuck you, I'm smooth!
'd rather go to hell than jail 'Cause it's survival of the fittest [Thrill Da Playa:] Yo, it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even
not right now, When our bodies lock, we're so in tune, You smell so sweet, angel perfume, Even by that line, I don't mean to be rude, Got me hooked
but not right now, When our bodies lock, we're so in tune, You smell so sweet, angel perfume, Even by that line, I don't mean to be rude, Got me hooked
And know I?d like to leave her I can?t complain, Can?t talk, gotta catch my plane One... CHORUS I told ya she?s a rich girl, rude kinda prude Body silky smooth
his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even
sharpshooter Shady blade cuts smooth if you don't drilla See da blood clot now they call me blood spilla We comin' to the place rude boy comin' no one
cause of your bloody attitude "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) Your style is smooth, even
the strizeet in a bloody puddle With no one to cuddle wit ya but the dirty devil sucka Everything Fly say is smooth, even when Fly wise and rude Don't
I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude Or we tastin like food when we get in the mood Listen girlfriend we don't mean to be rude But anything
my heart aching. They smooth up their lips with vaseline. But talk is cheap, cheaper than gasoline. People are afraid of intruders, to get sued. Even
'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even
my 9 when I bail 'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail 'Cause it's survival of the fittest Yo, it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even
I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude Or we tastin' like food when we get in the mood Listen girlfriend, we don't mean to be rude But anything
feels like...he makes my heart melt I mean the way that he looks at me... It's a look I've never got from another brotha He's smooth, got swag, calm,
right now, When our bodies lock, we're so in tune, You smell so sweet, angel perfume, Even by that line, i don't mean to be rude, Got me hooked and i
' six feet tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda You better bring the best 16 when you fuckin' with Bing You could try to be smooth in between an' you can scream
for the phone Called three hoes all with my babies but nobody's at home Reach for my bat pulled out the gat put in the clip now it's smooth Chew on my
