oh boy its good to know ya [chorus] [Verse 2:] If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make
in the throat Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat Now I'm speedin', reminiscin' Holdin my weed here, never listen If I see him I'ma lift em Maybe that
alongs pop all the faces Don't disrespect power stop and embrace us Hands up alls you see is watches and bracelets Bullet holes is surgery, an Ox is a face lift
could be my candy Your sexy comes in handle girl I don't think you understand me girl Let me say it again You could be my candy Your sexy comes in handle
in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen If I see him and lift him and maybe that
its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [Verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make
keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift
ll Rip Them Off Slash Somebody Back With A Attitude That Right I'm Sick With The Money Spent On Bullet Proof Nigga Fight Fight Handle That, Nigga Handle
across a man who don't respect your worth Thinking all women should be seen, not heard So what do we do girls? Shout louder! Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground Lift
know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever
everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle So
see her come back home But she chose not to hold on, and broke the bond Left me with two babies like I'm Mr. Mom But I'm handle what God gave me, cuz
Oldford, lay hold William White Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can And give me a lift with
mile from here 'Cos the ASBO generation make this a terror nation full of loathing and fear All the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low street While the girls lift
he ain't gone Even King Kong took his black monkey ass home When I hit the block, watch 'em scatter like roaches So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a ho is Handle
me Coz she's fresh of the lot Switch lanes, let the pipes bust flames Change gears and recline the seats Girl i love the way you handle, looking like
audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it Then lift
wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes
