What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush
Storch will bang the instrumental South Central here comes the presidential Pull up jump out the lowrider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghostrider Dance baby im your provider Yous a fly
Gaye Step in the front row, primetime I move your way Budweiser Fest soundcheck, demanding more respect I come correct through the Metro, and turn y'all petrol I'm up here
(Girl Two):] What is this? (Maybach music) I like this Maybach music [Both Girls:] Sweeeeeeeeeeet! Ha-ha-ha! [Sample:] Come and take a ride Come and
picker) East coast, feel me (uh) West coast, feel me Verse 1: [Aaliyah] & (Playa) Boy, I've been watching you Like the hawk in the sky that fly Boy
to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug And they thought that I bruise easily Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em) Most of what goes around, comes
about being with fans hugged up You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback "You
your shit out of straws I guess I got that same ol' harm I ain't for play, the Game is raw Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on And
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier BOOM! We got the the shit that makes you get On your toes and gets somewhere from here to there [Instrumental Playing
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still going right, ahters can make a left And I be getting stares like a nigga making steps Making instrumental tapes instead of me taking tests Never the laziest I just play