I know I could be the one you want Its just that you don't know it yet But soon your gonna see, woah woah I would wait a million years for you Walk around
I know I could be the one you want Its just that you don't know it yet But soon your gonna see, I would wait a million years for you Walk around the
nigga get outta line he gotta come see me But for now got to Strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy So I can go by one of my hoes with a full
: [Verse One] As soon as A La stepped off (the floor) People started hollerin (for more) Beggin us to bless 'em with an (encore) You know the Peas
we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you cant fuck wit' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto! [streets!], cos' im a thug by nature, thug by
dogs on you Get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find that they can never be in the game I'm lettin' off rounds
come You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me You gone off Henny, that liquid courage
was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black male! One
that [Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] Aiyo, ya'll better kick your shoes off And come on in! [Chorus] [Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] Aiyo, this is all for my Metro card, one
the finish line twice before you make it to third With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh Y'all can't
suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin' This steel-driver's muscle it ain't thin. "Captain tell the people to move back farther I'm at the finish line and
It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career - it's over All you wack MC's (finish em up) - it's over Finish em up The blast, burns back into
stepped into a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said "Latifah bust a line"
club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the
before you get injured, My infra red you will infer, Plus I get paper without printers, My money so long that it get so borin, Couldnt finish countin when I got off
crunk and authentic, we jump in the B In a minute, we bump into the finish, T punching the V Like a prize fighter, eyes light up When I glide by the thighs
in the lead Don't buy into the schemes The science or stratege Just giant and you tease brings triumph and belief I'm reliant on redeem inspired by the green never tieing off
if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off
