whats up, that's whats up, that's whats up, tha that's whats up, that's whats up. [Verse 2:] What up Pooh What up Juke What up Drama (ayye) What
up and get blowed (blowed) Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt (yuh) What you got under that skirt girl what
m gonna quit this crazy scene It's funny Cause this is what I waited to be Bein' on stage was amazin' to me But now I'm in the game, it ain't the way that
all i gotta do now is calm that fire, love makin, shit that i'm takin, can't get enough Of it, lo rida, can't get higher, all i gotta do now is calm that
to be it Which proves, I love it when the shits smooth But show yo ass to yo nikka that?s a bitch move I?ma ride but what are you about yo You gon pull
chokin' then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's alot to give We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread
ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout head
up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up
Yo, what's up baby? I can't even believe I'm bout to tell you this. But it's like every since I've been with you things you know, just been changing.
of talking about you looking for a solider Are you tryna say you don't see that in me? I know that we're friends But taking it there won't mess it up
Know what I'm sayin'?,perfecting your skills You can't do shit with it,Ha! That's gotta be Fucked up!,know what I'm sayin'? Ha! That's gotta be Fucked
what I'm sayin'? Perfecting your skills Yeah, you can't do shit with it, That has gotta be Fucked up!, know what I'm sayin'? That's gotta be Fucked up
lips glow, [Chorus] The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher Sicking up the monitor Waking up
first label meeting, Meeting is the issue you prick, yo yo you really make me sick, no no you make me sick, I can't stand this argument, see this is what
lips glow The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher Sicking up the monitor Waking up
good, yeah, it's the truth Ay, yo' check it out What would it take for a boy about my age To hear cheers in his head upon that stage And the cheers that
some crazy shit And every time I wake up Gotta head back to reality But reality is greater than you Could ever imagine You say that you pull up but I'
Liberachi About time that you acknowledge That the boy's here to stay Fired up begin to blaze, Buzzin' out my name, gettin' out like a triple play, Hate to tell you what
