to get you home? My jeans full of guap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan One
get you home My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan One
's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return One time, two times, three times, four times All my real live soldiers
get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan One
her hotter than a firecracker, I?mma make you burn Ooh Felicia, Hot damn, Felicia Oh, Felicia Babe I think I really, really need ya So sexy when you
its hot Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot
to get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan One
' it rain, we makin' it HURRICANE Like a good meal, I hit the spot This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot (This is why she hot) What you cowards
get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan One stack
it off the fluid Come with the newest shit I come through with Bitch don't you hear the music? (Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt) Too sexy
hot That?s the way we do it when we ride ?Boy you make me hot? I wanna see you move move move We gonna keep this party hot That?s the way we do it when
feel ya'll bump and grind; It won't hurt if you gon' try one time... They all hot, but let me see this one's mine; It's Slim Thug and DC outta H-town
(feat. Murs) [intro] Creative differences...2000 (and one) Everybody guess WHAT? (what?) [Verse 1] Double-L One for the "Living" and the other for the
(Hot block) He got the chrome shit spinnin up on (Linden) Look at the ice and leather, the way it (Blendin) Pass the spit hot Linden from here to (Mary) You think you hot
street soldier, ante up Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot