Whoa We go downward it's generally obvious I had a little feeling You weren't coming back for me Whoa State of the Union Now We're all made up of
dick and she handles her liquor I knock a bitch out and fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods's wife Yeah, she can get a lil' hasty Chicks better cover up
dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out aaaand fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Wood's wife Yeah she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up
em My niggas'll seek 'em, they empty out the semis on 'em You'd rather spit on God then go against him They was second guessing then squad up convinced 'em
dick and she handles her liquor Will knock a bitch out, annnnd FIGHT! Comin out swingin like Tiger Woods' wife Yeahhh, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up
get me Up in here Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me I'm up in here Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about Up
a phone number Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and
your shirt, hike up your skirt Welcome to the jungle where the tigers give birth I only took my time because she looked so fine And it makes me crazy trying to pay em
second part... Second part is really nifty. Ok, When she'd go... I'd go... We'd go... And then those two-bit Johnnies did it up brown To cheer the best
you had a phone number Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes
tucked under the seat plus a hottie in the truck Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business All you suckas get the scissors You
's only 21 Hotter then the summer bitch you know I got it covered son Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up Cause all I got in this world
a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and
cent on loud Slang lord, applaud, forty-eight up on the board Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it Lord, burn em, ninety-eight degrees celsius Go
Team But the Get Along Gang would come through and make amends And by the end of the week, they were all Super Friends But GI Joe would get em' riled up
(Lil Wayne:) Im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard Bitch im goin in,
