, it's not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't
begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin' soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style
Feeling just like JFK In the city that little fly like JFK Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya If looks can kill then my style might bother
Katie's to the left just rippin' my style Damn, Jeanie why you gotta tell the secrets about my sex life? All I ever did was drive your broke ass around
See money lookin' alright, yeah what up Pop 'Cross the room throwin' signals I'm throwin' 'em back Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that Peep baby boy style
, yeah what up Pop 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that Peep baby boy style, hopin we match You sent
tell that I done hit it To kiss the def dick, and Layzie Bone is bus ticket's My laziness yo, is not in a sex trick And if ya dicks up, you'll proably
forgotten fuck faces You getting buck places, drinking, love, and sex chases You know what I'm saying baby It's either now or never Too $hort, Tela, Devin Scarface in style
your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex
Good times, bad times Bad times, good times Good times We were twisting Chubby Checker style In a roaring sixties summer night We walked the moon and
{"Testify!"} [Styles P:] Time I testify, listen Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? I'm yellow but I'm dark for real And why nobody flip when
[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
blood, I'm a stud smokin blunts Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody Wood They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don
um "Niggas be rollin'" We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "Niggas be rollin'" Verse 2: I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
stay on your mind like great sex You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket Yo the gods they bust like latex sex
joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get more sex than
Hey man, what's your style How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now How you get your adrenalin