the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off 'Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off
Translation: Drag On. Pop It.
Translation: Drag-on. Pop It.
the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off
, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses
gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
on the key Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day Push in the button, let the top ten play Come on honey
inside your pants Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
tenderly But woe is me Who would have guessed, her family crest I'd suddenly spy tattooed on her thigh And son of a gun It's just like the one on me
: if you want some, nigga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it twisted, muthafucka. Run up on it whenever ya wanna get
it Click-click, muthafuckas, can you get with it? You ain't the nigga that you thought you was, fool And now I'm after that ass on the cool It's all
on Venus, but my neck is on glue. I need a girl that look better than my girlfriend, Not the ones that look better than their girlfriends, Paparazzi try to pop
why I?m hot I don't gotta rap I can sell a mill Sayin' nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back And they can say that we lost it So I?mma bring it
And scan me) My system's in mint condition The power's up on my transistors Working fine, no glitches Plug me in and flip some switches Pull up in dragging position Pop
t run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin' it off I can tell a stab by the way that she walk Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it Peep how this
Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten stones Ride the crash course, do the math on it Swizz Beatz, you can ride Amtrak on it But I'm on it, grillin
gat spit it hospital son admitted Rip your lips off kiss my ass with it Slap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths.. (Print it!) Weed x and acid tabs did it I
