4X] [Chorus 2X: DMC] She's a freaky chick believe me She dances on the TV Watch me, watch me, paparazzi I'm, so, cute [DMC] She's on the movie screen
20 subtract the top I'm pimpin' hard in the parkin' lot Screens fall when I lean in the truck Candy paint, fo' screens on buck No game needed to pull
' screw dat) We started the purple stuff down in H-Town (we gon' screw dat) [Mike Jones] I'm from the city of the codeine, candy paint with fallin screens
I ain't got no dirty mouth 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the low, 'cause Mikes Jones about to blow 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero
19's gone be turnin, got the wood sternin Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin smokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo sippin on the 8, idle up
ass, to tha jam d d damn, little mama yo know ima big tima sit drama, whip pushin t.v. screens in tha cushion air force, nike's swooshin jazzy please, light tha cushion Chorus: B B Bounce(8
to pump it Dancin everybody wants to freak her, they wanna hump it Dangerous,Imfamous She make's it feel like it wanna fust Triple X movie queen, I want her on my private screen
You just sit there in silence whilst the world cries out in vain On the television screens and the newspaper headlines we read today There's a war going
New school swag And they just let class out Hit the club brand new Clothes with the tags out Ball till I pass out Ima bout to Flashout 8x Flashout 8
I can see they reaction And my response when they askin - shut the fuck up nigga! I wrote your record, I'm the reason you braggin Y'all dudes not thugs, you 8
Hustle Done laid it down again, T.I.P. Shawty A man, this for all my home girls that like to see a baller do his thing (Get ya shit together, come on) All the 8
See it's time to make ends Thinkin bout how i'ma make it so I'm sittin on rims 20 inches on chop Hit the scene on the lean Burban clean 6 screens Biscuit
that occurs My music's gonna splurge Automatic causin havoc Cause I caused a power surge California wit da herb H-town wit da lean These million dolla words got me on the big screen
Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors See me on the cover of the Import Tuner Lookin' at the skyline, I cocked for the race Even got an Evo 8
low like a blind bird they say on the way to heaven man you chauffered i think i wear white cash mear coat if its 20 below i only live 8 miles from the
they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8 In '012
it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels
don't stress that, I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that i can scheme on, treat her nice, take her out, and spend some cream on, tv screens all