See me walking around I'm the boy about town that you've heard of See me walking the streets I'm on top of the world that you've heard of Oh, like paper
Tradução: Jam. Acerca de Ciudad del Niño.
See me walking around I'm the boy about town that you've heard of. See me walking the streets I'm on tope of the world that you've heard of. Oh, like
here to party? (Yes indeed) Ha But could you drop it down low when its time to get low if so baby girl lets go. (Come and get it boy) They say i act
're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West
cause She's Got It, Do It Whatever Whenever 'cause She's about It that deer Nice 'cause I Got It Do It Whatever Whenever 'cause I'm about It I'm Falling
you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we shake our [Kelly] I'm about to break you off H-town goin hard Lead my hips, slap
: (Pras) Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs It's me, why you wanna pimp with today? Two made from the boy, yeah Now, helpless
through Harlem again, Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress To make every jam tougher
on down Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around Jump the day away Jump all over town 'cos jumpin' is O.K. in a jumpin' kinda way, hey hey! Jump a boy
had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
town [Consequence] Homie check it out I got her mesmerized So won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
back in town [Consequence] Homie check it out I got her mesmerized So won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy Street poetry is how ya boy get
that's my man, fam My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme About'chu, 'cause we don't play around Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
) M holla what's good miss ride out Let these motherfuckers Know what we talk about Left lane, yung boss Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out We about
