Lyrics Crew (Mixed) - Shy Glizzy

She see money all around me I look like I′m the man,
Yeah But I was down and out like
Last week Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding,
Girl Don't act like I′m your man You just a fan,
You don't hold rank Don't hold no rank Dirty ass,
Maryland ass nigga With a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow,
Uh Got your bitch around me, nigga,
Ain′t no playin′ When I'm comin′ for the kitty, I'm a fool,
Goddamn Do it for my niggas on the coast right there Do it for my
Niggas in the Ghost right now Niggas got killed for the boy living
Dreams in the hills And they watchin′ for the boy right now Goddamn,
What a time, what a year, uh We are what them young boys fear I kill,
Never been killed, that's real,
No lies You can tell that from our peers right now Bet you wanna f*ck
Me now, uh Bet you wanna love me down, uh Girl,
You can′t tie me down like Ray J said But know I'm down Freaky Deaky
Show me something Shake it like you owe me something Pushin' on the
Pussy like a button Came four times,
Fifth time you gushin′ Still gettin′ rowdy in the function Bitches on
My dick like it's nothing Everywhere I go now,
Always got shit bumpin′, jumpin', bumpin′, jumpin',
Yeah Hey, nice to meet, I′m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got my piece in Southeast,
Got her clappin' to this beat She invite me to
Her crib, I walk in she see my heat She said "
But I live in the hills" bitch,
That's just the way I sleep Stop that madness,
I′m a savage In traffic with MAC 11′s Baddest bitch and she Spanish I
Fly her to Calabasas We get nasty,
I'm her daddy She know a nigga ain′t average Ain't nothing wrong with
Fake asses Bitch, turn around let′s make magic I'm geekin′,
Uh huh I'm on it Don't look at me like you want it Tell ′em that we
Ain′t stuntin' In fourth down we ain′t puntin' it King of District of
Columbia Can′t come here without a permit This shit really a jungle,
Gorillas and anacondas She see money all around
Me (hey, hey, hey) I look like I'm the man, yeah (
Young Jefe holmes) But I was down and out
Like last week Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding,
Girl Don′t act like I'm your man You just a
Fan, you don't hold rank Don′t hold no rank