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Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check it out, oh yeah Listen On the cross town with the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright) Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there (take it there) But first I gotta make my rise Baby slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why Could it be my chromed out rims? Break your neck when you see me lookin' good Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me (that you're feelin' me, feelin' me, feelin' me baby) Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? I got the sixty inch flat tv, what? Got it like DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub) Silk sheets baby to make love Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day (oh yeah) send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day Could it be my chromed out rims? Break your neck when you see me lookin' good Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be the drop top Benz That got your friends going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playing me close but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see me lookin' good Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that I got it on lock Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be my chromed out rims? (could it be my chromed out rims) Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? (tell me) I know they told you that I got it on lock Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be |
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| 2. |
| 2:50 |
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Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check it out, oh yeah Listen On the cross town with the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright) Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there (take it there) But first I gotta make my rise Baby slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? I got the sixty inch flat tv, what? Got it like DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub) Silk sheets baby to make love Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be the drop top Benz That got your friends going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playing me close but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? |
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| 2:48 |
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Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check it out, oh yeah Listen On the cross town with the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright) Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there (take it there) But first I gotta make my rise Baby slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? I got the sixty inch flat tv, what? Got it like DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub) Silk sheets baby to make love Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be the drop top Benz That got your friends going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playing me close but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check it out, oh yeah Listen On the cross town with the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright) Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there (take it there) But first I gotta make my rise Baby slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? I got the sixty inch flat tv, what? Got it like DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub) Silk sheets baby to make love Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be the drop top Benz That got your friends going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playing me close but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? |
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| 5. |
| 5:34 |
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Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check it out, oh yeah Listen On the cross town with the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright) Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there (take it there) But first I gotta make my rise Baby slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? I got the sixty inch flat tv, what? Got it like DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub) Silk sheets baby to make love Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be the drop top Benz That got your friends going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playing me close but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? |
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