[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags!
[Verse One: Jay-Z] We arose, let's go "So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin tags Leavin the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck, there he go again Talkin bout hoes and dough again Yup! -- Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that What would you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First come, first served basis You know Hov' be goin to nice places That's right, and I'm droppin cash Leave the mall with garbage bags Gucci this, Prada that Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin tags
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[Verse Two: Twista] It's a party when I go up in the sto' Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro' Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill' and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo' Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall on the glimmer with the glock by the ball Servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6 Then it's straight from the block to the mall Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo'self When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off to the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink Roc-a-Wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax and Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none (When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough) I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now (Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up) And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay!
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[Verse Three: Killer Mike] Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys say my style is bitchin Keepin coke in the kitchen Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest tucked underneath my Michelin S I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets I slept with a package, under mattress I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg Got a project chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin, roll chief +Sacks+ like Daddy Fat!
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[Verse Four: Big Boi] Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin a nurse Leave you layin on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your momma in all black with a matchin purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off Trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mail's run short No more MD, DD, LD That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please My sheets is gone Long bread to the short bread, word is bond Meticulously pimpously serve the song Act a damn donkey Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home Drop top rag-o with the weed gone Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs Or are you actin mad cause the money done slowed, down, just a little bit Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit Actin like a pitfall bull-pit Dead game is the pul-pit Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin A miracle happenin Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and smabbin Pop that tag on some of this game Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change
Slowly as sir luscious step up like a q-dawg A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call And you can dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach To each his own, I'm a stone cold Aquarian freak Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets It's the player from the point And your girl from the d Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your move I sit and wait for nobody People say that my style is so crazy I think you like it baby Do you want to get nasty I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star Do I blow you away? Do I stimulate your mind Would you taste my love if I kick it tight I have none to waste with you I guess you can say My style is so crazy I think you like it baby Do you want to get nasty I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star Undress me undress me You can come Come baby, undress me Take off that tank top and pull off them drawers The girls all pause, got them drippin down they sugar walls Aw naw! getting to the nappy root Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto! A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my rose petal Tooey, tooey, tooey, tooey! spit game! Venom to get it up in 'em, let me "p" pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane, Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man! The way I feel Oh girl I know its bout to be Me all over you And damn girl you all over me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star
Boom Boom Boom Santana's in the room Boom Boom Boom Mary J's in the room Boom Boom Ba-Boom Boom Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride...
[Chorus:] I got a man and he's so good to me I give love and he gives it back to me Say it for me once if you know what I mean I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
I got a man and he's so good to me I give love and and he gives it back to me Say it for me once if you know what I mean I said my man's what a man's supposed to be
[Mary Verse 1:] He opens his arms and holds on to me He tells me he loves me and oh I feel it And all that I am and all that I'll be Is there in his eyes when I hear him sayin' please
[Sleepy Pick Up:] Who loves you baby?
[Big Boi Verse 1] I do, I do trust you See see this ain't just bout having sex I don't even have to touch you But you lustful I'm buggin' You feel me bulgin' while we huggin' We all over one another (scattered, covered, smothered) You're my choosey lover Never loving others only rubbing me (me) Satisfy Big to the utmost mentally and physically (ly) Every king must crown a queen to make his kingdom mean anything Through thick and slim we gon' win we a team by any means y'all
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[Mary Verse 2:] The touch of his hand the sound of his voice The way that he loves me 'til he knows I feel it And all through the night forever rejoice The angel above me starts to sweetly sing to me
[Sleepy Pick Up:] Who loves you baby?
[Big Boi Verse 2:] I do, I do adore you I'm the best man for the job Another man couldn't do nothing for you Cause you're spicy just like me We come together like thunder and lightning With all of that scratching and biting So exciting it's frightening I'm your do-right man and you're my do right not my just for tonight woman Making me feel just like a baker quick to put something in your oven Not no dumplin's or no stuffin' but our own lil' flesh and blood'n A bouncin' lil' baby something pretty girl or handsome son child
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My man's what a man's supposed to be... I got a man...
Yeah Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about I'm talkin' about on this one Sexy Sexy as hell to me Yeah Love Love So let me tell ya bout a player I know 6 foot 4 225 He's all the way live See where I come from We like em like that He don't talk smack He just twist caps off See that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin' And let the girl like me understand it umm And the ones that ain't They still gotta have it They don't know why But they chained to I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Love Love He knows how to treat a lady But he won't let you get too rowdy He stands up for himself That's what I like most about him He's all I see and all I need And all that I want And all that I'm used to I swear that my man's the truth I said I swear that my man's the truth I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Yeah Yeah I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Yeah yeah B a double d Why say bye Been fly Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye That's right stand by Cause we about to take flight Not a 747 But the music and the mic Rophone Phone home If you want someone waitin' baby Go on home Don't wanna jeapordize your safety Maybe later We shake the haters and gets busy You say you wanna do same thing Then get wit me If not then hit me I know you know the history Last nigga ridin' round lookin' real crispy Ridin' round town top down On the grizzy Grind all the time to stay hot Or either sizzlin' I thought I told ya niggas We run stop signs Cause we don't stop Till the cops come knockin' For two block signs Not mine Toine gone right Like sunshine and cold north through summertime Now bow down I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Yeah Yeah shortie wanna rock with you Shortie wanna rock with you Wanna bop with you I wanna ride with you
(Big Boi Rap) Oh she's mine And see god knew she was mine The day i seen that guy The big mouth bass On the line It's time for me to retrieve her And go git her like a wild reciever But we dn't play no ball See when we come through We babygirl gon' make it ball
[Verse 1:] ( Chris Brown) On the real we need to nip this in the butt Cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hatin(everybody's hatin) It feels like they just waitin(for us to grow apart) Yeayee its just hard for me to do But baby if i'm your man I guess i gotta be your man These men just gotta understand Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips Girl i can't front now I'm nervous
[Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you
[Verse 2:] (Chris Brown) Now a days is so crazy Out here You'd wanna be cuttin me If your daughter struts with me Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too No entourage, no crew Just me ridin with my boo I got her But don't think i'm replacin you
Girl know you know what i do And i know you made your mind up It'll take days and days, and decades to find anOther Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes And girl keep it one with you As long if you do the usual
[Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you
Now baby please Hang up the phOne Cause i'm talkin to your father Mrs Jones, Mr Jones I've been talkin to your daughter And she like me She told me she like me And i really like her She gon' be my wifey I say baby please Hang up the phone Cause i'm talkin to your father Mrs Jones, Mr Jones I've been talkin to your daughter And she like me He told me she like me And i really like her She gon be my wifey
[Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you
(Big Boi Rap) Now is the time for me to come clean Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king Nah mean, kno'm sayin, kno wut im talkin about Girl who playin But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land The haters are takin it mad That we can handle these fakers for class Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again My top friend, rock them We don't need no all day hits Pop them Put ol' Google on a boss back
[Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you
I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you Baby please And she like me And i really like her Baby please She gon' be my wifey Baby please
(tash) Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (sixty bucks? ? !!)
Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier Tash be here, tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option 'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat
*tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "all the way from mobile, alabama." Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt? "yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."
Smoke, smoke fest time
(big boi) Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie The time is right Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight But I'm not though just on them black & mild's And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write g, yeah yeah right
(dre) Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm
Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son The day you bone is when you start to die The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high
Smoke, smoke fest time
(phil the agony) Yo yo yo Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue Me and my crew, translate los angeles Scandalous, like watergate Phil on the break, phil on the break Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases? My name is jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again"
Smoke, smoke fest time
(tash) Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now We have a special guest that just stepped in the house You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out
(b-real) Now I be, rollin and smokin And holdin the golden sack When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke fest, expandin your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it The brew crew and the buddah masters together Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows Excuse me if it seems too complicated The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean?
Pussy nigga whatcha doin! Hook All day I dream about, all day I dream about sex It's the way you move your sexy groove That's got my mind all over you All day I dream about, all day I dream about Your sex feels so savoifare I'm tired of jercking off cause your not there
Big Boi 65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream Oozing down the street like toothpaste Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms), Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho' My brain is on one track Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack Or like a rock star does for smack. None of that but the female genitalia's where its at I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it
Hook
Killer Mike Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over All men young and old in the end its what we're after Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra. (Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me. Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds. I promise I gotcha back tomorrow)
Hook
Killer Mike When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S. A "D" and a "A" missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus) We don't need no DNA mixing between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv! From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms!
Big Boi Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!)
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"Monster" Verse One I'm an ungodly figure When in the company of hard liquor Texas niggaz turned me on to water I smoked the river Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters Murder fanatic, killer fantastic Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static What I deliver to your address is dead tragic Your mother scream in that limousine Followed by some slow traffic Here's the reason for my murder tactics I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker! I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper! I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher! I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor! I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you!
Hook I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster! (Repeat)
Verse Two I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men! Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin! I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again Earn her trust again, then I lust again When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again! I motivate your hate and embody your sin I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans I spit for Disciples and El Rukns This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage For my lost generation in these last days The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you!
College park (stay with us), East Point, Decatur, Downtown Atlanta Rollup at the spot, I seen her had to meet her I was at the bar, sippin' and I'm leanin' I just, had to get attention, but didn't wanna mention How, she just wasn't lookin' And this ain't what I'm feelin' Now, movin' on, to bout to have you later And now, she's my girl, I knew that I wasn't playin' and its Better than my friendship, it's kinda like my pension cause I'm savin' all my funds up And I'm gonna spend it long long long... She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4 She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4 She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show
She's my movie star and I'm her director Sweat, in the car, driving as fast as we can go She could be all on me, kissin' me touching me I don't wanna stop right now, she don't wanna stop neither She's a sexy girl, shaped like a coke bottle Or a fancy car the prototype model She got cars in all around spots, keep my engine runnin' hot I don't wanna slow it down, I'ma let her go... She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4 She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show She keep me spinnin' like the blades on my rims and She keep me with it so I can't trade her in and She keep me bumpin' up and down like a 6 - 4 She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show
Now get my damn trophy The way she movin' like chest and checker Black white any color gotta respect her Double decker flat yea body gotta protect her Together weather the storm to things get better, never Fall to the waist, I grace, I cry Lifeless, lemme add some color to that shine I like this, bittin', fuckin', all of this for nothing Shoulda gotten an old shit or somethin' Some old fools bubblin' and that's what we becomin' See, you used to be comin', when the engine was runnin' Now and you ain't that woman Mmm, damn, I hate that frontin' I hate just bumpin' in just case you was wondering Most wantin' a million and how you wantin' a hundred I done done it, I done done it, I done done it, ho, I done done it Up and down like a 6 ?4, party bumpin' hot dro Droppin' tops and way more, hot like car show Y'all know how we do, keep it true no see through Now I gotta roll it and and we bout to roll (out out out) Up and down like a 6 ?4, party bumpin' hot dro Droppin' tops and way more, hot like car show Y'all know how we do, keep it true no see through Now I gotta roll it and and we bout to roll (out out out) She keep me spinnin' like them blades on my rims man She keep me with it so I can't trade her in man She keep it bumpin up and down like a 6 - 4 She keep my engine runnin' hot like a car show
(Verse One) Hey the energy in your words is so innocent. So enticing so inviting. Ooo wow The energy in your touch is so bashful but yet so triple X rated. Ohh Oowee the energy in your kiss leaves a bitter taste of a tease But I’m so pleased cause your delicious. Ohh (ooo wee) see magnetic energy when you add that up with me it’s obvious to see.
(Chorus) We got a match that’s made on(we got, we got) earth girl. The next best thing to heaven girl. (we got, hey ehh), We got a match that’s made on earth girl. (we got the next best thing hey) The next best thing to heaven girl. (Ooo,) You and I we got energy, (like my lips on your lips girls) ohhh energy, (when we do it after dark girl) You and I we got energy (like slow songs in the bedroom) Ooo ooo oo energy, (like magnets when we touch girl) You and I we got
(Verse Two) See we connect with our eyes and you wrap me up in your thighs and you try to keep your voice if it’s good and you make noise and you just can’t get away so you agree to stay we both know what it is, we really know what it is, it is what it is hey
(Chorus) We got a match that’s made on, (we got a match yeeaa) earth girl. The next best thing to heaven girl. (match made on earth girl oh) We got a match that’s made on earth girl. (we got the best kept secret) The next best thing to heaven girl (Ooo,) You and I we got energy, (You and I we got energy) ohhh energy, (you and I we got chemistry) You and I we got energy (like doing it after dark girl) Ooo ooo oo energy, (like magnums in the bedroom) You and I we got
(Bridge Big Boi) Energy like Bill and Hillary Clinton did I mention my chicks they round like a pension plan, nigga neva penny pinchin’ now for the build up the shit in the kitchen, nutrition sorta like these power bars from, from the dirty south and this is how we are all yall can call the law if yall think what yall bought what was flawed, shor-tay, ready to do that at the ready in the land of the "A" where everbody say hey, when you walk by, I, good vibration they either say yeaa, with a good situation a lil bit of red bull and vodka might kill the fatigue it’s hennessey and crunk juice for me but the vigorous activity with no sleep now this energy B O I
(Chorus) You and I we got energy, (like my love in the bedroom) ohhh energy, (like magnets when we touch girl) You and I we got energy (like I just can’t get enough ohh na na na na) Ooo ooo oo energy, (one mo gin, on mo gin) You and I we got, you and I we got
