jump off the G4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones 3-1-2's, 3-1-3
to erupt, gonna get my girls Get your boys Gonna make some noise Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly Get it fired up in a hurry Wanna get dirrty
-lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew
I bounced upon her love one time I took her to my house Laid her on my couch Slanted her frame and threw her ass out I can't get you out of my mind Your
couch Slanted her frame and threw her ass out So what about the girl in the 6-4? She didn't mean a damn thing to me, baby She needed a ride from the jam And
can't get you out of my mind Your love is one of a kind You've given so much of yourself I swear, don't want nobody else I can't get you out of my mind Your
Knowing that you love somebody else Ain't nothing I can do about it All I have to blame is myself, and I can't I can't, get you out of my mind Your love
really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking Hand on your
you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland [2Pac] Hahaha what's poppin nigga put your motherf**king hand on your
me with your eyes like that? Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate And I would hate To set your crooked ass straight Make your moves at night, pack your
over he say she say Me say, Warriors come out and play And I'ma tear shit up and leave it like the day, after And after we go around, and you hit the
and a bold fade Wall to wall greens to get the sport gray and palmade And soft breasts, as we got older we would star crush and bang fags Go to Marshals and
tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me oooh check it So get your ride on ride the thundercloud and broom broom broom Because I gotta gotta get
Take off your pants, take off your shirt Take off your bra, take off your thongs Girl, it's your birthday, leave your heels on Can we do it with your
sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em And who you wit'? And what's yo name? And you not hear, boo? I'm Wale And that D.C. shit I rep all day And my eyes
flo' I love the way your booty go All I want to do is sit back , and watch you move as I proceed to throw this cash [Waka Verse] All that ass In your
' brrat, haul ass Me, I'm never scared, I die on my two feet And you confused like a Jew wearin' kufis I'll rip your MC, no matter whose street Call
D Put me D, now I'm runnin' with the green eyed B A N D I T, and def squad camp Here's your def jam tickets and your autograph Now haul ass, I got a