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G.m.e. Boyz
Hurricane

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Do you wanna kick it?

You keep asking do I know ya

Are you chicken or a hoodrat

tell I won't throw up?

I'm a Mack, I'm a Pimp

I'm a Playa, I'm a Soldier

You actin bougheise

You get no love

Do you wanna kick it?

You keep asking do I know ya

Want a balla and hustla

like a wifey needs a lawyer

Do you work a nine to five

strive in school for somethin

better?

Run the streets and play

the system for cheddar

Up early before the sunrise

I'm on the grind rhyming like

hustler in the hood wit

they rims shining

Mind on my business

where the money at?

Squares always sleeping

cuz the town shut down after two

but every weekend ( Where ya goin?)

You see the blacks browns and yellaz

bout to head home

we need more macks, clowns and fellaz

I'm a dead wrong(Hell Yeah!)

I saw red bones from outta state

moved here for some action

Cuz the money's straight but after hours

thangz ain't really crackin

So what's happening?

I know ya wanna live and have some fun

Yo kids are at the crib your babysitter

is yo son must you still shake yo azz

Or do you wanna smoke wit me?

Have a deep conversation while

I'm knocking on your knees

Baby please!

Don't tell me you to tired so tomorra

I can booty call some other sisters

ready to get throttled

They some models shaped like a

classic cola bottle but I'm really

diggin ya'll so I'm a lead and you can

follow

Chorus:1x

See these saddity broads be actin like

pretty(Awnaw!!)

Nappy to the root and weave down

to the floor Need some kosher

I'm salty & sweet just like I'm supposta

I'm leave you wit the swag

while I be baggin up the doshia

Aleady knowing your gal run the show

and you be blowing I'm throw in one

incentive and hope you keep goin

Find a Johnny wit a job working

all the time who don't mind giving you

money when his wife is blind

def and dumb and bubble gum popping

makes him go numb

give him pleasing make sure you tease

him show him your tongue

And that's enough how Now I think

you better keep your eyez peeled

Stop actin fake or you'll never be real

Being used up instead of full

your pockets empty talkin out the side

of your neck blowing smoke up

the chimney

Give me the benefit trust and no doubt

I know your innocent

You need a man and tell your girl to

shut her big azz mouth

Chorus:1x

Victim of circumstance dance wit the hoe

chances are your repoitiare is felt beyond

the floor

Last call for alcohol (so where ya wanna go?)

Hot ass in air condition loads

would blow my nose and plus my high(Bitch)

I know a hotel as low as forty five

we can smoke choke and bang the walls

and always keep it live

Tonight there ain't no other plan

What would you tell me? I'm goin home

but take a bath first girl really

You be actin silly stop trying to sell me

them lies

They say the truth will set you

free that means your ass and plus mine

Cuz the clubs close early shouldn't mean

that we do I gotta magnum four plus four

equals eight when we screw

I'm too cool to get sprung I'm too young

to use my tongue but I guarantee you loving

it the way that it humms

I'm a rum bacardi mixer we can do it at the

Lexor call me mister for starters

beg your pardon if you get sore

Chorus:1x

Everytime we get in the club it's about 2

2:30 and if you don't have yur own crib

then I got mine and If don't then my boy

does and if he don't got his own crib

then his friend does and if they don't

then fuck it we just stay in car and hot box

HeHe!

G.m.e. Boyz
Hurricane

tekst dodał: robex
data dodania: 03-01-2000
wyświetleń: 216