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Niggaz I'd hold down all day everyday. Or niggaz i'd take wit me if i recieved fame and acclaim:
Jonah aka K Dash
Magz aka Karma
Dion aka Arsenix
Tamba
Jordan aka Vendetta
Jerry aka Velz
Shane aka Syck Syllablez
My nigs that produce Trex n' Sway
I would Definately put in the word for the entire Black Ice camp.
Theres alot more but eh, i jus ill add later.
Story behind the song
Freestyle swoonin' to gurls
Lyrics
Verse 1: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
you da one i pheen for, that ass got a mean toss/
+hop in+... da wheels dont +stop in+ the cream porsche//
no sleep, as i give you da *rompin' you'd scream for*/
coach me, like we was playin an *offens-ive team sport*//
this hotties naked, body shakin' im gettin obscene thoughts/
of how i can scrape dem body painted jeans off//
give you the +chills boo+, ill +thrill you+ wit great sex/
ill put the hurtin on ya, +till you+ apex//
...n' *come down*, ya *cum drown*, my tongue and lungs how/
---would u like it if we could +run trials+//
on +sum tiles+... or a mattress, we cant get raunchy/
gimme full access cuz baby you taunt me//
the way dem capris +painted on+, almost had me fainted 'cause/
im envisionin' lickin ya kitten till all the +flavor gone+//
cats be +hatin' on+ -- how I keep you comin'/
im jus a regular nigga cunning to keep a stunnin'//
... gurl like you *close on the side*.../
ill make ya temperature rise, as i play *keystrokes on ya thigh*//
I wanna grind you and hug you--
Then spoil ya, and let sum diamonds blind you like love do//
We can blast a CD track, scrap the dreamy crap
Lay back and let me be ya aphrodisiac//
I can ease ya pain, lay ya head on my chest
Ease the strain, tell you its okay when your stressed//
Ya boy stay on a quest, to offer you…
The finer things cuz I cant get my eyes off of you//
Im Forced to choose, to settle or keep the pimp game
You killin’ this brotha—im the worse slain Since cain’//
Verse 2: Danny aka Haze
Girl, the way you make ya hips fit them jeans//
And the way you stare me down wit dem lips in a scheme//
Make a nigga from the hood toss his chips in a stream//
And take you to da crib, give you dick til you scream//
See me rollin down da block with the windows tinted on da Lac'//
Get the digits, cuz im wit it, is you fittin wut i pack//
When you get it from da back its like how i spit it on the track// [hard]
Have u fiendin, tossin, turnin, to fidget in da sack//
Sex so good got you coppin me clothes//
Any chicken try to fucc wit me you be knockin her nose//
Got your loyalty so i stopped poppin da hoes//
2005 Bonnie and Clyde got me droppin the Rose-//
Sky high, there's no limit to wut we could do, and you know that//
Ma, you got everything all them other hoes lack//
You da type to turn my game jerseys into throwbacks//
