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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #10,266
Peak in subgenre #1,581
Author
words- Eternal, beat- Royce productions
Uploaded
November 18, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Looking around, mad bitches shake to the ground,
She didn’t open her mouth; I knew what was goin down,
She wants it now, standing out in the crowd,
Said she can’t wait until she can scream my name out loud,
You know my style, you getting freaky and wild,
And you showing a little thong sneak in a little smile,
Shit I can work it out, any second you gonna shout,
Eternal, will make you feel shit that you aint never felt,
Your heart will melt, you rubbing up on my belt,
You smothered all in my smell, under covers we’ll dwell,
Girl I know ya can tell, sweating like we in hell,
Fucked on the couch, the kitchen table, knocking in to shelf’s,
But oh well, only told Daniel farewell, when I had Michelle,
At the hotel, stepped in, her clothes fell,
Im like no doubt, get her back thrown out,
The booty looking so round, She’s yelling slow down,
Where my dogs, where my playas at,
Rolling deep with paper stacked,
Up down, twirl around, girlfriend barley break ya back,
Whoa now, Turn it up get the bass on blast,
Shorty looking good, plus that ass is phat,
Every guy grilling and ready to tap on that,
Come holla at ya boy if you aint flat in the back,
So where you at home girls, just bounce it fast,
Before we hit the club, and roll up on chrome dubs,
We gonna rip this blunt, rolled up with dro buds,
Hold up or ima go nuts, and bust loads on sluts,
Ill rush pros I must, just crush foes to dust, so what?
Spit and cuss, on back roads I flow,
Slap hoes at will, im ruff, flows are tuff, okay
Listen up; don’t act up at shows,
Cash comes and goes, so puff smoke them blunts, *sticky greens*
Ripping nug, da blunt wraps burn slow,
Punk cats betta go, or get snuffed, thrown in trunks, BLOAW
Tip ya cup, splash down ya throat,
Get trashed and get stoned, til ya like what the fuck
Im so shitty and high, bout to go get me some pie,
Any hunny that enters my mind, I wanna ride,
But when I wake up, prolly gonna be next to some fake slut,
With overdone make up, im like Cya lata, im gone
catch me with the dopest and prettiest chicks,
black beautys with phat bootys, mad cuties, giving me looks,
my dogs are rot wiling, nonstop we styleing,
got them girls smiling on tropical islands,
rings and things shining with diamonds,
got love for Asians Hispanics, whites, blacks, hawiians,
so holla, but that don’t mean ima call ya,
tomorrow, got game and feening for the dollar,
we balers, but spit out that raw horror,
the only rings we put on bitches is dog collars,
we to hott, rock ice to cool us down,
in a wheelchair you still couldn’t push me around,
playa please, don’t be mqe your chick breezed with me,
be mad cuz I did it easily, breath in deep,
and let it go, and be at ease,
the last time you r prolly touched a pussy was on the day you was conceived,
