LRC歌词
I reign
I reign more cop than Johnny
Sippin' tanquery with o j
Sportin' bruno mali
Not guilty but filthy
Smellin' like Chritstian Dior
Infiniti QX4 gimme yours
Of course sinnin
Swimmin' in the abdomen of pretty women
Love to love ya like Timbaland
When in the endin
Like three strikes in the ninth inning
I rock satin boxers cotton socks and denim
The game he kick special teams couldn't return
Got you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra perm toss it up like a geyser
Sosa kosher nostra like keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood rats
Who keep their hair and nails done
And they legs waxed
I peep that you got a man but you want a homie
Love a friend my sentiments exactly
Get at me
I like your style can we kick it oh wow
Baby so you can get at me
I got no game It's just the women Understand my story
I got a man but we can still be friends
So you can get at me baby baby bay baby
Some things make you happy just to be alive
Like seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibe
Drive like hitting two twenty five
In the pin with no spot
I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
Never brought sand to the beach
Cause these streets is baywatch
True
You know how we do
Satin lingerie I see through
Now she barely even kiss you
Leaving 1 7 7 1 5 4 0 0 on my pager
I miss you boo
Your chicken head wife was poultry
Undersexed and sultry
That's the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
I swear womens love from bel air to welfare
Chalkin' up these frequent flyer miles on Con Air
Her momma shoulda named her Casino
She got the liquor in the front
Poke her in the rear
You know my steez though
Dark skin and creole I'm 'bout it
Just without the Master P dough
But see though my tax bracket decent and increasin
Make no mistake
You can't get a slice if you don't bake the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex b***h transport brick
For twenty percent commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While I'm blowin up your dress like Marilyn Monroe
For show at my girl party flowin
But I think she caught me like a nazi
Now I'm servin' she got me under surveilence
Like John Gotti now I'm signin' on the low
Actin' straight Illuminati
Don't get mad I'm only being honest
It's Clarence Thomas
F**k you Ras
You promise
Then freak me slightly below the hips
And blow me a kiss with your p***y lips
Get at me
Get at me
I reign more cop than Johnny
Sippin' tanquery with o j
Sportin' bruno mali
Not guilty but filthy
Smellin' like Chritstian Dior
Infiniti QX4 gimme yours
Of course sinnin
Swimmin' in the abdomen of pretty women
Love to love ya like Timbaland
When in the endin
Like three strikes in the ninth inning
I rock satin boxers cotton socks and denim
The game he kick special teams couldn't return
Got you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra perm toss it up like a geyser
Sosa kosher nostra like keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood rats
Who keep their hair and nails done
And they legs waxed
I peep that you got a man but you want a homie
Love a friend my sentiments exactly
Get at me
I like your style can we kick it oh wow
Baby so you can get at me
I got no game It's just the women Understand my story
I got a man but we can still be friends
So you can get at me baby baby bay baby
Some things make you happy just to be alive
Like seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibe
Drive like hitting two twenty five
In the pin with no spot
I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
Never brought sand to the beach
Cause these streets is baywatch
True
You know how we do
Satin lingerie I see through
Now she barely even kiss you
Leaving 1 7 7 1 5 4 0 0 on my pager
I miss you boo
Your chicken head wife was poultry
Undersexed and sultry
That's the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
I swear womens love from bel air to welfare
Chalkin' up these frequent flyer miles on Con Air
Her momma shoulda named her Casino
She got the liquor in the front
Poke her in the rear
You know my steez though
Dark skin and creole I'm 'bout it
Just without the Master P dough
But see though my tax bracket decent and increasin
Make no mistake
You can't get a slice if you don't bake the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex b***h transport brick
For twenty percent commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While I'm blowin up your dress like Marilyn Monroe
For show at my girl party flowin
But I think she caught me like a nazi
Now I'm servin' she got me under surveilence
Like John Gotti now I'm signin' on the low
Actin' straight Illuminati
Don't get mad I'm only being honest
It's Clarence Thomas
F**k you Ras
You promise
Then freak me slightly below the hips
And blow me a kiss with your p***y lips
Get at me
Get at me
文本歌词
I reignI reign more cop than JohnnySippin' tanquery with o jSportin' bruno maliNot guilty but filthySmellin' like Chritstian DiorInfiniti QX4 gimme yoursOf course sinninSwimmin' in the abdomen of pretty womenLove to love ya like TimbalandWhen in the endinLike three strikes in the ninth inningI rock satin boxers cotton socks and denimThe game he kick special teams couldn't returnGot you wild like a texturizerBurn like the ultra perm toss it up like a geyserSosa kosher nostra like keyserAnd got a thing for rehabilitating hood ratsWho keep their hair and nails doneAnd they legs waxedI peep that you got a man but you want a homieLove a friend my sentiments exactlyGet at meI like your style can we kick it oh wowBaby so you can get at meI got no game It's just the women Understand my storyI got a man but we can still be friendsSo you can get at me baby baby bay babySome things make you happy just to be aliveLike seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibeDrive like hitting two twenty fiveIn the pin with no spotI survive drama and then know when to lick shotsKeep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotchNever brought sand to the beachCause these streets is baywatchTrueYou know how we doSatin lingerie I see throughNow she barely even kiss youLeaving 1 7 7 1 5 4 0 0 on my pagerI miss you booYour chicken head wife was poultryUndersexed and sultryThat's the rhyme and reason why we committed adulteryI swear womens love from bel air to welfareChalkin' up these frequent flyer miles on Con AirHer momma shoulda named her CasinoShe got the liquor in the frontPoke her in the rearYou know my steez thoughDark skin and creole I'm 'bout itJust without the Master P doughBut see though my tax bracket decent and increasinMake no mistakeYou can't get a slice if you don't bake the cakeTo reverse trickMy silly ex b***h transport brickFor twenty percent commissionShe dressed up with no where to goWhile I'm blowin up your dress like Marilyn MonroeFor show at my girl party flowinBut I think she caught me like a naziNow I'm servin' she got me under surveilenceLike John Gotti now I'm signin' on the lowActin' straight IlluminatiDon't get mad I'm only being honestIt's Clarence ThomasF**k you RasYou promiseThen freak me slightly below the hipsAnd blow me a kiss with your p***y lipsGet at meGet at me
