wouldn't tell you anything, if I did The last time I saw you act like this We were kids The last time I saw you act like this We were kids What am
Traduction: Get Up Kids. Shorty.
better things to do and though I don't know everything I wouldn't tell you anything if I did. The last time I saw you act like this we were kids.
dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!) (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach find a club and just post up in it what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get
make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room Just to get, in and out of your womb And the rocks
feat. Mario Yo, this goes out to all the Tameeka's, yeah All around the world, you know who you are, I see you [Mario] Hey yo I might this shorty up
blunt outside? Cause' it's nice out and we could get high Feel the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right We outside, We outside (Hey, Hey, Hey) I wake up
listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get
tha beach I love it when ya nut up and grab me I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy (A 3rd Outlaw) Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya loss
shit and me I'm jus' a remedy! '03 "Get Rich", nigga you remember me? Shorty rock her hips she get to lookin' like a entree [scream] Bad bitch phat ass
you, [Chorus: R. Kelly] Say say say girl, Come here, No, you no, you, her yeah, You go, The reason you didn't get picked Because you got your nose up
Lloyd Banks] I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi Wit' a model at a party I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly See I always get my way
back, shoot up your party (party) If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty) Shout out to my nigga
know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
, I'm in the concrete jungle Where rap about your cash'll get your mouth bloodied up Run in your house, real late, you and your wife buddied up I can'
ain?t gay I got money I?ll make it rain Hold up hold up My bitches ? They don?t mean I ain?t ? ?Cause you can get a hore When you new ?. Like Yeah
