Lyrics:

My style can't be dupilcated or recycled.

This chick is a sick individual.

Sick tape, volume 2!

Believe it!

Oh! Oh!

Let me switch up the game



I drink that cognac

Step back cause I might put it on ya

I go deep so deep till you sleep

Count sheep wake ya up from fuckin all week

You don't want me to show ya

how freak bitches act when I ain't soba

Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff

I ain't scared to take it off(tell the freak to take it off)

Tipsy and it feel good

Black dudes got big woods

Into it, I do it, I did it

If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin (stop frontin)

Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type)

5'2 and wear my jeans real tight

My curves they swerve so superb

My word is my word and I came to serve



We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this

Oh, oh, oh

It don't matter where you from

It's where you at

And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat

East coast, west coast, down south

Represent your coast

Yeah we run it

Yeah we run it

Y'all don't want it

Cause my coast run it

Oh

We run this shit

We run this shit



Wanna pull my hair

Break my back

For the right money might sit in your lap

Back to back I can't even keep track

It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped

Suck my toes, I need a back rub

I don't come to do it

I just wanna be touched

Look at how y'all makin me blush

I'm enough to go around so people don't push

Wanna run that tush in the bush

Don't my diamonds look real good?

And they shine so hard that he glittas

So many karots they look like crittas

And we can do it all night

Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe

I like to keep a nigga hype

I wanna know can you handle my mic



We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this

Oh, oh, oh

It don't matter where you from

It's where you at

And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat

East coast, west coast, down south

Represent your coast

Yeah we run it

yeah we run it

Y'all don't want it

Cause my coast run it

Oh

We run this shit

We run this shit



Any hustla's in the party y'all? (hell ya)

If you's a pimp let me see ya party on (hell ya)

Oh strippas take yo clothes off (hell ya)

Y'all superstars

Y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell ya)



Nigga I bow guard

A lot of rappers fake way to hard

Pull up to the club in a rental car

Where the freaks at

Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are

Don't start

If you don't want beef don't take it that far

With a superstar

I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt

Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck



We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this

Oh, oh, oh

It don't matter where you from

It's where you at

And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this

Oh, oh, oh

Represent your coast and act like you know

Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do'