heat! [Chorus: La Chat & Mike Jones] The rims on my Chevy go round & round Round & round, round & round I got the dro rolled up, pass it round & round Round & round, round & round
love ya Or I just wanna fuck ya Either way you're going down Tonight tonight [Red Cafe:] Ya daddy wanna girl to go down Damn I think I love her ass so round
I been peepin you out right You look good I'm just tryn to get to know ya It ain't like that Why don't you come round Give me your number We can talk
mob of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs, Commence the letting off rounds
France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat
France baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that gangsta, get a gat hit a head in a hat call that a riddle rap shit, f**k the chitter chat
by bus and by my side there's no friend we a go right through till di end well mi affi work hard and move right round di clock mi affi push down di rat
Everybody gather 'round, this is a test Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin
Na na na na na It's the same old line and the same old chat You can't do this, you can't do that I don't wanna hear it anymore I see that look that's
tex mi vex she call mi ansa Yuh want hear a voice whenever mi ansa [Verse 2:] Eeh, mi no seh yuh well an si di miss call But fi si yuh online a chat
long time But mi significant like the da vinci code an constantine Some a dem a some dutch a talk Mi know seh a mi money dem want Dem a walk round di
mek mi come up wid ah rhyme like dat Girl dem a tell mi sey dem like my chat Ah me ah mek dem needle eye pop [Verse 2:] She get a round of applause She
are ya? [Verse 1] You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep 'round the back with
done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since
I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since
97 And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven" No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet So you want the chat
