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Lyricist: St. Lunatics
Lyrics:
(Ali) I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though Starched up, hit the Amoco Bought a Philly, sparked up Lunatics'll blow the park up Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd F what you heard, federal like a bird You were, actin' funny when you first saw me Now, I'm makin' jams have you be like 'go Lee' Hell nah trick, I'm picky now I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now Hit the door at the club yellin' 'grip and love' Met me with a dub, was it fire playa, what Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke Ain't been here five minutes, rats sendin me notes Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure And that's... Some of y'all been tryin' to write rhymes for years Till we got theirs Here a take my ends Is this the best that you can make? But if not, and you got more, I'll wait But don't make me wait too long 'Cause I'm a move on the dance floor When they put somethin' smooth on Turn up the bass, it's better when its loud 'Cause I like to move the crowd (Ali) Like my homie Jo Day Burgundy six straight I'm lookin' swoll day You fools know me No way, am I goin' out like a busta What's I been? last long like a wrestla Givin' out degrees for dat p-h Raised on the n-o-r-t-h side of this be-aitch Re-ach real son, huh, like soon as you hear it Push that bun out?, break and leave the room Get you own cop, peace of doom? Bulletproofin' pac, my hit gon baloon Position is assumed, lunatic platoon Leavin' 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon Cats waist deep, they don't take how we think Actin' hard like they shit don't stink Knowin' they strange like the rink True color be pink, rinky dink Big Lee need a shrink 'Cause I'm startin' to think... (Nelly) In my spare time unwind and grind fools like coffee Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin' salty Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farm I heard you was on my tail now you yellin' 'nelly, you lost 'em' Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play Run and ask your lady Smokin' hay-hay-hay I bust a rhyme, and a line off them draws, my sign for all a y'all Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya Tape your mouth like a hostage, 'cause you be talkin' garbage Makin' my stomach nauseous with that shhh, straight up Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up Only that Duff? know I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah Lunatic for hirrrrrrre (hahahahaha) I'm startin to think that... LyricWiki
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