Lyrics Fresh - STS
Patten
leather
Pradas,
in
my
b-boy
stance
Armani
black
tee,
with
my
dick
in
my
hands
All
the
ladies
jockin',
looking
for
romance
But
I
just
wanna
do
it
like
the
Nike
brand
Girlys'
say
I'm
fly,
say
she
like
my
style
Plus
I
got
the
best
dressed
MySpace
profile
I
ask
her
her
name,
she
said
Shante
Like
the
real
Roxanne
but
it's
spelled
a
different
way
So
we
dilly-dally,
drank
a
shot
of
[alley?]
She
took
me
to
the
car
to
smoke
Cali
She
had
a
white
Jetta
Rabbit
that
was
so
impressive
It
had
gold
trim,
and
gold
[BBS's?]
Baby
she
was
bad
in
a
major
way
But
I
just
needed
love
like
LL
Cool
J
And
I
was
on
my
game
so
I
could
not
miss
She
had
on
fifty-four
eleven's,
and
it
went
like
this
I
was
funky
fresh,
she
was
ice-cold
We
was
at
the
club
so
you
know
how
it
goes
The
DJ,
he
was
cuttin',
mixin'
up
jam
So
I
had
to
grab
the
mic
so
she
would
know
who
I
am
"Coming
to
the
mic,
we
got
your
boy
STS,
Sugar
Tongue
Slim,
all
the
way
from
Atlanta,
Georgia
Ya'll
give
it
up,
let's
go"
Hell
naw,
dog,
they
don't
know
me
It's
all
broads
in
the
Cadillac,
say
O.G.
The
whole
squad
got
battle
raps,
plus
high
heat
Now
we
can
spit
it
at
you,
or
just
ride
to
the
beat,
it's
that
deep
Concrete
like
the
definition
of
what's
street
You
in
the
wrong
lane,
thinkin'
you
cuttin'
off
me,
me
Four-wheelin'
and
concealing
something
that
will
get
you
crumpin'
Got
your
wires
criss
crossed,
what
I
toss
will
get
you
jumpin'
Slumpin'
in
your
big
toys,
thought
ya'll
was
Big
Boi
What
happened
with
the
beef,
huh,
did
the
shit
spoil?
[Now
niggas
bowl?]
but
don't
strike,
gotta'
lot
of
life
in
ya'
Don't
fight,
your
best
bet
is
to
go
right,
aiight
STS
flow
better
than
I
dress,
blow
cess
when
I'm
stressed
If
I
did
it,
won't
confess
to
the
bullshit
the
rest
To
get
the
cops
off
the
block
We
post
bail,
roll
a
'L',
and
get
back
to
hip-hop
So
I
took
her
to
the
bar,
and
started
blowing
my
snaps
Henny
got
her
loose,
and
now
she
running
the
trap
Baby
she
was
with
it,
I
was
down
to
kick
it
Wrote
me
down
the
address,
followed
by
the
digits
Grabbed
my
Starter
jacket
from
the
check
coat
girl
Hopped
up
in
the
Caddy,
bumping
Ready
for
the
World
Cruising
down
the
avenue,
puffing
my
jane
One
fly
nigga
driving
hoes
insane
Pulled
up
to
the
house
about
a
quarter
'til
two
She
was
looking
fresh,
and
I
was
feeling
brand
new
Sat
me
on
the
bed,
started
rubbing
my
back
Lit
me
up
an
'L',
told
me
try
to
relax
You
dealing
with
a
mack,
girl,
I'm
cool
as
a
fan
And
that's
when
she
went
and
put
my
mic
in
her
hand
We
did
it
like
this,
we
did
it
like
that
I
beat
it
up
so
bad,
she
thought
I
had
a
Wiffle
bat
1 Fresh
2 Get Up On It
3 The Interview
4 Gold Mayfield
5 Cliche
6 WWW feat. Count Justice
7 Bullshit
8 This Is For You
9 Mittens
10 Covered in GOLD
11 Hello Sunshine feat. Yelawolf
12 Here Tonight
13 Illustrious
14 Fly
15 I Just Wanna Be With You
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