got a good thang, sexy as hell Oh, for real girl, your body bang You're so dope, your name should be cocaine It's such a shame damn, damn Damn, I can
Get your money in the air like this (yeah yeah) FAB TIME~! BK [Fabolous] We knock this out homey (yesss) Street da-da-da-da-damn (yesss) Ay it's a new
my, ohh [Verse 4 - Fabolous] Yeah man Now I'm the kinda brother (uh), the kinda lover (uh) But I'm reminded of the (yeah) way L-O-V-E be blinded others
] JMJ, my homey Mac Dre Big L, Big Pun, Big-gie (talk to 'em) 2Pac "Live and Die in L.A." (L.A.!) N.W.A., I used to love Eazy Back when everybody was
the bloods at the bee hive Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key! [N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood
Y'all know how we do it [Verse Three] I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your
round Visions of some...splash I touch on myself when ain't no shorties to touch me After this joint half the hood gon' want to fuck me [R.L.] I can
da boy DJ Jus Come on here and so some love u know what I mean Why not Nigga L B Dub gang And this dat L B Dub gang Of course L B Dub gang L B Dub gang
you trust herrrrr Then dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt (Bridge) Bow Wow F-L-I-R-T Ay lil mama you know Ima F-L-I-R-T Ay lil mama you know
trust herrrrr Then dont bring her round me cause Ima flirt [Bridge: Bow Wow] F-L-I-R-T Ay lil mama you know Ima F-L-I-R-T Ay lil mama you know
t a damn thing changed, so let me warn you. Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side, The best side, 20 niggers that just died. Walkin' down the streets of L
and Make a five seater I'll be damned if I feed a chick It ain't like me to split a piece 'a dry pita I'll be the S-L to the I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y And
to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you
me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!" Don't act like a fan -- you wanna get signed? Get the Withest A&R you can find Pull him aside and
got no money take yo'broke ass home You say: If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S [B-Section:] We
nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby
: S-T-A-R S-T-A-R (What?) S-T-A-R (Queen bitch) S-T-A-R I'm on the top There's no luck Never turned around to stop Make my move Make you move Make
