Songtexte




Yeah
It's the heater
Planet Asia, J. Wells
Worldwide
We gon' take this one from the West to the East
To the East to down South
From the South to overseas
Yeah, come on
Knock, knock (who's that at the door)
It's P.A. baby with the Don and the Mo
Now honor my flow, it's 15 years in the making
Now it's just 16 beers in Jamaica
I'm the hip-hop Barry White with hustler tales
'Cause my voice make honeys wanna touch theyselves
Just give it to me girl, shake ya booty ma
Make a nigga wanna turn you to a movie star
Jacuzzi in the car, I'm 'bout to lose it y'all
Who would have thought your baby boy would be a superstar
And in the hood all my peoples know I spit it hard
Two thousand and what, y'all cowards 'bout to get a bar
And mines is gritty, spend a lot of time in the city
Minding my business, grinding, I'm high as the diddy
Find me, now that's a military assignment
And if anybody told you I ain't the hottest then they lying
30 Inch rims on the truck (it's all big)
Bottles poppin' off in the club (it's all big)
After party up in your crib (it's all big)
And people show you nothing but love (it's all big)
Next day do it again (it's all big)
This time you and your friends (it's all big)
No need to worry ma you know we got ends (it's all big)
Stop frontin' girl just hop in the Benz (it's all big)
Verse two, ayo I'm R-A-W-E-S-D, the Acknickulous one
Oww, the greatest man alive
I'm just stayin' alive, I'm keepin' y'all sayin' I'm fly
Right, right, word bond man really though
I never mess with silly hoes, just chicks with brains
(At your local college dorms) We sneak past the R.A.'s
Hit your dame, fast in a flash, quit the game
But young age got bars to tie
I'm trying to get enough cash to buy the cars that fly
Airplanes with the bars inside
30,000 Feet high, squat deep, spittin' bars inside
P.S.2, X-Box, see my crew
Make suckers wanna be that cool
Lookin' at us like we got fooled
But kick rocks once the heaters move
(But back to the song) Miras move, come on
30 Inch rims on the truck (it's all big)
Bottles poppin' off in the club (it's all big)
After party up in your crib (it's all big)
And people show you nothing but love (it's all big)
Next day do it again (it's all big)
This time you and your friends (it's all big)
No need to worry ma you know we got ends (it's all big)
Stop frontin' girl just hop in the Benz (it's all big)
Damn girl, shake it, there you go, back it up
When God made you he gave the whole package
(But don't stress) I was born to work it with no practice
No houses, no couches, no mattress
(Sexy and nasty) That's what they tell me but um
Somehow they always end up at the telly and um
Somehow they good looking friends start trailing
And inhale what's in the other room that they smellin'
Or trailin' just because of what they homegirl was tellin' them
So, it's only right I keep it tight and take care of 'em
And you can have 'em for the rest of your life
But I'm just tryin' to have the rest of the night
Don't need no stress in my life
Don't need a person asking questions to fight
Speak not a word ma unless it's polite
'Fore I invest in a plight
'Cause all I need is affection tonight
But when it's over it's stacks aight, now let's ride
30 Inch rims on the truck (it's all big)
Bottles poppin' off in the club (it's all big)
After party up in your crib (it's all big)
And people show you nothing but love (it's all big)
Next day do it again (it's all big)
This time you and your friends (it's all big)
No need to worry ma you know we got ends (it's all big)
Stop frontin' girl just hop in the Benz (it's all big)



Autor(en): Michael Mcdonald, Jason C Green, Jon Raphael Henderson



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