Woorden:
Rude Boys

't got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk, fuck that, bla bla I'ma call that rude boy from

way he complimentin chuckie with that bow tie flow/ make me feel high so/ im gon spit it my way excuse me as i do me/ crusin rudely down the high way

in brother like Mr. Cee You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys

, theres nobody to run from we gotta go we gotta go like a lamborgini, shorty ride up on me i hear them niggas talk, they aint got nothin for me them boys

, my niggas ain't nice see 'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off When the pigs come through they medullas is off Where I'm from dog you rude

A bunch of wild boys was hanging around At the local neighborhood saloon And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox Playing all the favorite

takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they leave 'cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet mother, two years ago she died Little boys

tell them bust or go play play me got no sleep, so me don't care what you say say Me just a rude boy from a town called JA Now in Memphis, Tenn. where them boys

game's a bitch, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah Blah Santana, Zeek the koofie popper We the movie shotta! But it's really rude boys