choice Clean it up (clean it up, clean it up) Clean it up (clean it up) Wake up brother There's no other Than you to clean it up Wake up brother There
bustin' the same I'm clutchin' my thang Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up Shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin' it
like a Slurpee Do you like it dirty? Baby, come and serve me Do you like it dirty? Some like it dirty and some like it clean Don't throw me no soap 'Cause it
drink purple and we drink that tuss So grab a cup juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L I L, F L I P
yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home Every A-frame had your number on the wall You must have had it all you
it is Pimp and show, light, easy but it's all I can give Let a playa get his freak on 'cause you're bringin' out the freak in me Hurry up 'cause I'mma
ho, you get it? Anotha nigga never will I owe, you get it? In the video, the five we flossin in it How I know every one that you had was tinted Admit it
, you get it? Anotha nigga never will I owe, you get it? In the video, the five we flossin in it How I know every one that you had was tinted Admit it
mess up in your kitchen, I was dishin' out some sacks and me and Loc we were fishin', I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin
Wei??ll be together forever thati??s what she promised me The only breakin up we do Is when we breakin up the weed And please believe shei??s doin it
s Smoke at? He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach But he left you a letter A letter? Um, uh For real? Yeah Let me see it Mama Dear Tasha, it
the same i'm clutchin my thang, stuffin it in, strokin it down, beat tha stuff up uh uh, shorty don't run from it she gimme tha booty, i'm breakin it
another toke. Some girls will take a cherry stem & tie it with their tongue. My girl will roll another blunt & smoke it til it's done. Your bitch is in the kitchen
you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [
had went with this dude named Coach, but he left you a letter T: A letter? Boy: Um uh T: 4real? Boy: Yeah T: Let me see it Boy: Mama Dear Tasha it's
the south bossput it down You can find me in ya town, with the cleanest s*** around With the [Chorus: x2] Candy paint drip look clean then a mug Ca-Candy
rare form But that's the story of his life gettin locked up or shot up Or in somebodys kitchen on the block cookin rocks up I think he lost hope when he seen them lock his pops up
