in the balls 'cause I remember these kids from the playground Everybody'd hang around, we were all down But then we grew up and everybody turned away And now
war, you understand what Im saying, war, but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things to talk about (more happy), jigga kick
I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french
Lying low now, yeah, for a year or two And I mean it until the week is through Just myself now and the stains to be explained Phone and cancel, stay in
me fly high in the sky Like a butterfly The whole world out of sight Do you wanna know What I did when I came down I fell in love with you And now I just
the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now
Cause when the going gets tough She'll kick you in the nuts And watch your Christmas list whither and die!, Die! With friends like you With friends like you With a French
Kick ass (Mmm hmm) C'mon (Uh huh, mm hmm) Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me (Mm hmm, uh huh) Ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen I'ma T.C. soldier, New
I smile Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found Get your ass, kicked later or get your ass kicked now
wait now You look dumb as fuck...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown (hahaha) Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever
fun for me. Now just because a little rumpy pump, now you're walking round with a great big bump You might think a bit of French and you should have
Part down the crack of your ass, your frame is priceless Butter, butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip French vanilla sundae girls, banana split Cum drip down
get down Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found When it's time to speak up and you can't make a sound Take the pills that'll make you kick the
from my back door, too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down Loosen off that pretty French
I separate my English, like the French When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye get? Chorus Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me God and society Break Down
Lick me from the back, working he was putting me down First night did it right, wasn't no stopping him now, got him sprung On the couch now he wondering
it just happens Wrist action classic in the makin' I kick back and just laugh I'm happy I'm amazing Look at me gaze into my eyes, see the poverty? Now