The carpet too is movin' under you And it's all over now, baby blue It's all over now, baby blue It's all over now, baby blue
up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana this is only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a
hood thing Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap Not even talkin about music Everything else too By the time it reach Hollywood it's over But it's cool We just
askin Frog, "What's up?" Lookin at me dazed like, "Face, it's all f**ked up..." I move a little closer tryin to see who it is and I saw his baby mama
IT UP TO ME [Verse 1:] So back it up deh..So pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up and mack it up and Slap it up
. It's about relating back to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what
her say ah-ah ah-ah-ah Now she got her hand on my leg Got my seats all wet in my ride (all wet in my ride) All over my ride (all over my ride) She look
however you wanna call it, it's okay [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nelly] Uhh, uhh, aiy Check it, check it, check it Baby girl right here is where you need
'll break ya back, baby down, 'cause I'm a ... Chorus (4x): Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis It's like that from the front to the back, baby Verse 1:
written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing but it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap, how
and the truest Form to be true is all you ask but I'm foolish So your girlfriend is provokin' you to do it, so you doin' it Say you through will all my
] Money all day, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all
I could mack a baby hoodrat Yall remember way back then when it was 1985 all the way live I think I was about ten One of those happy little niggas singin
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
five It's like the only way to make it is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black
s, and the Fi-la's, too Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses Thinkin that the earth's
it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the Vodka Blame it on the Henny Blame it on the Blue Tap Gotcha feeling dizzy Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a
been bossed up feelin all saucy Yea, and all i gotta say, ima be known as the one that got away Trust is a funny thing it comes and it goes, But you