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Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle
turned up Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin’ like hell, yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24s like hell, yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite So much, too many, but we ridin’ tonight Well, it’s that pimp talk that ain’t that pimp walk It’s big pimpin’ over here, player, that just started See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big drums Chips, Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns Prada, the Gucci, it’s all in Bird fun I’m sittin’ in my truck, snakin’ the club out Kill this sip then go wild the f*** out Up in the club with my hands in the air There’s so much s*** in the atmosphere So girl, quit frontin’ and get you’re a** over here And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere I’m all off in the corner 100 honeys takin’ pics They be in the VIP with lots of chicks I’m pimped out now, low cut, and a pick G and Big Tymers together, that’s what I’m talkin’ Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin’ like hell, yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24s like hell, yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam Girl, you’re so mean, why you’re doin’ a damn thing Any more room for me in those jeans Uh-huh, uh-huh We got so many rooms in the Swiss like we were Swiss sailors Mami, givin’ me h*** like she’s a brain boner A pool party in my crib at the Daytona Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh Mami, walkin’ up the beach, so fly, so neat It’s me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet Say mami, you look good, mami, you’re so fly You need a D-Boy, come over here and get superfly Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin’ like hell, yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24s like hell, yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah Said we love them cars and we love them chicks And we love them parties and we love that Cris’ And we love them houses and we love that ice And when we rollin’ through your hood we love to shoot that dice Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin’ like hell, yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24s like hell, yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup Booty shakin’ like hell, yeah Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club 24s like hell, yeah Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air Up and down like hell, yeah |
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2. |
| 4:22 | ||||
Looking good plenty time
Tell me is there any more room for me In those jeans Pretty thick like I like it Tell me is there any more room for me In those jeans Looking tasty really scrumptious Tell me is there any more room for me In those jeans Looking good plenty time Is there any more room for me In those jeans Got on my ride seen you from a far And I couldn't stop myself from looking hard You wore these jeans Girl you wore these jeans and you Made a thug wanna cry something terrible I had to have, have you for myself baby You don't know what those jeans do to me Make me wanna get down on one knee You got that thunder And it only makes me wonder how it feels To get up in those jeans Oh those jeans You are the bomb Girl you tight to death I don't know the words to say to you All that i know, baby all i know is that I'm loving what I see and I'm feeling you I wanna know, all I wanna know is if I could have what's up in those jeans Baby can I have what's up in those jeans Don't get alarmed cause I don't mean no harm But I love the way you wear those jeans Levis, Prada, BabyPhat, I love them Love the way you, wearing them I love them can Calvin, Iceberg, Sergio, I love them Trying to get inside of those Yeah Yeah Yeah I wanna say that them jeans looking good fitting right Baby damn those jeans Any kind doesn't matter you could win 'em you look fine Baby damn those jeans Anytime that I see you I want in, you wear them well Baby damn those jeans You the shit you the bomb All I wanna know is can I have what's in those jeans Can I get in those can I baby |