the mountain and a big blue sky So open wide Running like a girl You go sailing past my window chased by tracers of the sun Running like a girl Meet me
and cho girl Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Listen pimp, come and get cho girl Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ay...hol up, is dat yo girl...yeah Well come
I leave home, kiss my girl on the cheek and then I say a prayer If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs I bypass the elevator and i took
Tryin' to fall through, I got tall brew, it's all you Or like I be, let's shoot up to the club like two tattoos VIP, who lets who, no dancing with two
OUT WITH ONE OF THOSE THINGS! CARLY: OKAY. THAT?S ENOUGH. WE?VE STILL GOT? (CARLY CHECKS PAPER) ?ELEVEN PEOPLE TO SEE. SAM: OOH! ELEVEN? CARLY: CALM
storey Negligee hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop 'Cuz it's twice as nice when it's frosted up
he ain't in the streets, he ain't cooking soft, or selling bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two time felon is All he talk about is chips
So many years ago now Don't you touch those bad girls So I never had girls Until I had my Mary when we married My Mary then had my two sons My life as
Timbaland man beats that make you bump that Over a Mill on my debit card, believe that Wanna hurt a nice top, I'm talking implant Bout to cop a nice watch
, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice
hooker And (? ? ? ) like the doors overlooked her and took her For a place to hide and when he got his ride He let the nice slide and the girl, she died
act like the doors overlooked her and took her For a place to hide and when he got his ride He let the nice slide and the girl, she died Her family cried
the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin' The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty
the sexual (K.C. Thomas) now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this mic
ain't easy, pimpin' ain't easy Pimpin' ain't easy, pimpin' ain't easy) One, two, three, four, to five, six, seven Eight, nine-ten, then ya got eleven
I was shopping for a suit the other day And walked into the department store I stepped on the elevator and told the girl "Dry goods floor" When
[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey What what? Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey hey [Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes
Do that shit, ah (Shit,shit,shit) Ha, ha, eh, that's right (Shit,shit,shit) (Ha, ha, ha) Motherfucker, nice ride Eh, come on You know that bitch baby
