Yeah, Blue Get to the floor (that's right) Step to the floor (you heard) Get to the floor (get to the floor) Get to the floor Just Dance First grab a
Screech out, yeah That's what I'm talkin 'bout Ca$his, Shady Good lookin Em We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles Ridin on Treys like Barksdale
percent of culture, Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma, Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing, Slide off with your ho, and spend six
I wanted to kill you it would of already been done Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With sixty-six inches of extension... cord. Yeah baby
thongs in the window, sayin' "Hell yeah" Loco, ghetto born, land of grafitti Gettin' detailed up Like two sweeties in teeny bikinis (GANGSTA!) Repeat Chorus [Nino Brown] Yeah
movies My little country - cutie She's the reason I believe god made blue jeans I was a slicker from the city When I met that little filly I was six
hah, hah) Babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll Showing you busta rhymes will never fall Everybody in the house have you zeeking make some noise (aahhhh yeah yeah yeah
Ha, ha, ha, uh, yeah, yeah While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one
s Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no) The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah) Jessica
to blues Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on Slept on, the style that I hustle You wanna flex then punk make a muscle I'm (Whitey, Whitey)...Yeah
[Mike:] One time for my Machine Shop crew and then its Two times S.O.B and LP too and then it's Three times It's Mike and Six on the track and then Four
the new menace in town Could it be that these cool, contagious Phrases sprayed aimless Are making ya'll hate us? Shit, you can hate 'til your face turns blue
mack in Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches Blue
hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted, recessive, depressive, ironing board backside straight up and straight down. No frills, no thrills, Miss six
bout they rows (uhh) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!) Lyin' about they clout (yeah) Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
me Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red Haters turn green, queens
dash Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck And in the other side of the bed Yeah she wanna get stuff
my gun, "Gunovich" Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of shit Red drank, blue pill, white dust Yes I love my country bitch. [Lil Wayne:] (Yeah!...
