all way turned up She a rider, she says she's in the mood for love Watch out, that girl is trouble They ain't got nothing on her Can't even fight her
way turned up she a rider She says she?s in the mood for love Chorus: Watch out that girl is trouble! They ain?t got nothing on her. Can?t even fight
way turned up she a rider She says she's in the mood for love [Chorus:] Watch out that girl is trouble! They ain't got nothing on her. Can't even fight
What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money
quick to hop up on his dick straight Hoopie style She let the fella hit but she sang, she sell-a-bit He ain't buying that, she ain't selling it She looking
is my pocket full? Bitch you made enough money tonight I wish I would ... in my household, ... in your mouth hole Why you worry how my bad room look? You ain't
the ghetto pharmaceuticals the Methadonna Or the old Flinstone chewables and Mary, Mary, Mary So don't ever say I didn't warn ya And I don't wanna be
to the H, E to the T T to the O, now tell me what you see I'm just Ghetto, I'm just me, I'm just me It doesn't matter what you do Do you really always
your dashboard I'm out here e'ryday When you can't stay long You can't play ball In traffic with flying cars I can't give you no warning My car ain't
name is Mr. Mixx, so come on an' scratch it You can call me Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother The T E S T, I pass with with flying colors I'm capable
don't take the bad man path I can't take the grime man dem And the indirect it's sly man dem Go to Chip to get noticed But don't phone me and say hi
all way turned up, she a rider She says she's in the mood for love Watch out that girl is trouble They ain't got nothing on her Can't even fight her
in the club know, wussup She said she undercover though and this is what she want Watch out that girl is trouble They ain't got nothing on her Can't
Before all the fireworks exploded Our conversations were so loaded, innuendo flying Now what can we say? Have a nice day Looks like rain today What you say doesn't
The ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port
I still ain't a hoe Letting niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take
the project wall? Won't stop til I copped them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk The Spot Rusher
Donovan Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game I got the Pink Floyd eyes on all day And I ain't even mention my deals yet 'Cause I don't
