boyfriend Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend Your boyfriend Your boyfriend Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend Your boyfriend Your boyfriend I pumped ya boyfriend I pumped ya
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
know if ya scared bring that tired ass home (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, man ya know that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I need to find out if ya feel what I'm saying
fool stiff Her hands are so smooth that Just a simple touch make me loose it Girl, that's enough, stop moving Bump that, I pump that Girl bring it to me, pump
nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me 'Cause my
, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G man They
there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What
? [ Ice-T ] Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? Man, just trippin off this girl, man [ Shawnie Shawn ] Girls? You? The Iceberg? Aw man, come on, spill it, man
! I?ll be in here all night! I?ll be in here all night! Haha, come on man! Come on man, you gotta stop playin man, I?m gone man. I?ll be in here all night
some chicken chow mein Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane boy you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang and my last name ya
'all get with the shit man This the shit man All the real n-ggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass n-ggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, n-gga F-ck
get ya Situations is critic I was out here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute, pumping
you can be my girl, I can be your man And we can pump this jam however you want Hey baby, pump it from the side, bend it upside down Or we can pump it
spit no more I drool like a retarded man Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man Dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I'm sorry man
, c'mon From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump
you left yo last man cuz his ass was too petty (chorus) Thats a five star b*tch x4, if ya credit score high and ya nails stay fly, keep ya juice box
