it movin I'm lookin out for the hoes Alaska, Arkland, Denmark shows Gotta have a chick on the road because everybody knows I'm a naughty naughty naughty, boy boy boy
to Baby, we can have fun too I love the way you make it slither, baby Well, she asked me for a lap dance And Trav said she too fine, fat chance Boy
[ad libs by baby boy] [mayz - spoken] Shorty, come here girl You know you (? ) What's goin' on with your thick-ass Check this out I got this weed, we
, what you gon' do, run When blue and white's come, what you gon' do, run If you can't get away then stash the gun Before you get popped off, have some fun
for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (Look at the grill on my pimp mobile) (Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) Chevy super clean, two or three
put the house up Will I get probation? Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court date My destination is the three Chorus: {yella boy} {2x} Verse three
or shut up or Get yo fuckin' life lit up Yeah yeah yeah wootay Third verse {yella boy} Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone My name is yella boy
boy what is you doin' you created that shit Chorus: Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy You crazy because my baby ain't Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy When
or shut up or Get yo fuckin' life lit up Yeah yeah yeah wootay Third Verse {Yella Boy} Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone My name is Yella Boy
Verse seven: {lady kk} My boy tec, yes he got much love My nigga mannie, yes he got much love Suga slim, I know you got much love My boy baby, I know
your neighborhood, pullin' on some Bud Light Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper Now put it in your mouth To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun
I got they heads turnin', everybody's watching. Twenty-three's glistening, Chromed out, flossin'. Mic on my chest, I don't need to wear a t-shirt Hoes
go, shorty shorty go she was dancing like a stripper so i had to throw some ones she winked her eye at me and said its time to have some fun i told
past is behind you [All Three] [Chorus] We're the kids of the future, whoa! We're the kids of the future, whoa! Everybody live 'cause the future is now! [Joe] Bright lights, boy
Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on parade Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two One, two, three, four
Boy u come,just in time Im feelin like,like I wanna ride I still have some positions, that I still aint done, let me have my fun wipped creme strawberries
We were the dudes and the dudes were we Did you see the suits and the platform boots? (Oh dear, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy) In seventy-four on the
someone else's wife You deceived me, thought you'd love me then you'd leave me Played your games, yeah, you had your fun Boy, believe me if you think I still need you Boy