Oh, baby do you know what that's worth?
Ow
Oh, Heaven is a place on earth
They say in Heaven, love comes first
We'll make Heaven a place on Earth
Oh, Heaven is a place on Earth
We got em goin' down for the count
Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur
Cain't see enemies and the haters
Real sharp on my thing like a razor
Blade, come clean like a shape up
So guess I got a game of tape up
But e'rybody gonnaa feel the need to say sum'n
But can't speak up whenever you face 'em
Thats what I call microphone gangsters
Yea I got 'em okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my flow
Cause B.O.B. be actin hard like a Viagra overdose
Talkin that noise on all them songs
A buncha lil' boys but you all look grown
Those niggaz there and these niggaz here
It really don't matta cause they all just clones
Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer
Hell yeah man I'm all for the cause
Ain't tryin to get involved with the law sir
But a nigga will get caught with the Mausberg
And that just ain't a threat on the song
Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own
Cause niggaz that slip they don't last long
We got em goin' down for the count, lookin' at the ground
That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haters goin' down for the count (ONE) lookin' at the ground (TWO)
I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count
I got them diamonds on my neck
Got patron in my cup
If you want it come and get it
Shawty I don't give a fuck
See it's Friday night
And I just got paid
I done had a hard week
Now its time to celebrate
(x2)
Shake shake that ass
Rock rock them hips
Shake shake that ass
Damn, damn
Damn, damn
In the middle of our street
Damn, damn
In the middle of our-
Niggas on me because I’m fresh
Apple bottom jeans with the bathing ape hat
Keep hating I'mma you come last
I’m finna show my ass
And get your boys to count my cash
Niggas on me because I’m fresh, Baby Phat heels on
Girl pictured that
Cost me bout' 250 (hold that)
All that flawgen! Bitch buy that
Too real so gutter to the game
Keep em hating love them hating cuz' they see my name
CK gave me my strength cuz' I love my fame
I ain't trying to get attention cuz' I rap my pain
Thinking I ain't strap bih with the goons getcha your shit stain
Coming hard to the game everything going to change
Lil' dominique stacking decks do my thing
I’m a switch my style that’s the way it’s going down
I’m a come so hard to the beat got a team
We can’t defeat make a move that’s my dream
I’m stepping out the building so fresh so clean
I’m a pop my collar let em know I’m on the scene
Now turn the music up, I’m finna get real
Make a nigga make a nigga pop a pill
Turn off the lights camera action and chill
Run up in your place take your money and kill
I’m doing this right
I’m a take nigga break a nigga take a nigga life
And messing with unique you fucking with your life
I'm doin'
I'm doin'
I'm doin' this right
Shake shake that ass
Rock rock them hips
Shake shake that ass
Damn, damn
Oh, we goin' overseas with this baby, overseas!
Oh, what, what you say, baby girl?
I know you, and I know what you like to do.
Yo, see all I do, drink my brew, get high too
I get high too
Yes I like, what you like, good lesbian, don't call her a dike.
Nope!
She just bounced, she comes over, left coast style, she ain't sober!
She rolled over, (he'd get posered?), chip on her shoulder, (been done colder?)
(Bad man good?), keep it hood, sell your soul (with a break in the wood?)
She just bucked, keep in the club, ride the rub, ride the dub
All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha
All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha
So bounce low, bounce low
Bounce high, bounce high
All I do is party, ha, ha, ha, ha
This here's a jam for all the fellas
Tryin to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause ya over-zealous
Play hard to get females get jealous
Okay smarty go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by you wish you could sex her
But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter
Next days function, high class luncheon
Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin'
Music comes on people start to dance
But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants
A girl starts walking guys start gawking
Sits down next to you and starts talking
Says she wants to dance cause she likes to groove
So come on fatso and just bust a move
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la
Just bust a move
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la
Just bust a move
Give it to me, break a hip
Like whoa
Girl, shake your tail, shake your tail
Give it to me, break a hip
Like whoa
You make me wanna say
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
My god
Ah hah, okay
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Get it, get it, get it girl
Get it, get it, get it girl
Ah hah, get it girl, okay, get it girl
Get it, get it, get it girl
Get it, get it, get it girl
Ah hah, get it girl, okay, get it girl
Get it girl
Get it girl
Get it girl
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