Ba da da CHORUS- Baby don't you want to leave this VIP And finish off this party in my hotel suite Girl just follow me because I got room keys Sex ?(
a whistlin (E-V-E) [Eve] They be watchin while we wiggle around Look at em droolin Niggas aint use to da sound i keep em movin All mah ladies put ya hands n da
gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler
Penny bitchin for paper till you poppin big bucks Give it a blow they cock it ain't no telling with them thugs Dealers straight out da projects only felon that'll bust Some shit
s cousin (chorus) (young buck) read da paper look at da news we on da front page and we in da bahamas wit AK's on da stage da ice in da jacob watch
ohh) Who the hell is Kamaljit ever since steppin in da game, I know life will neva be the same, but theres some things that will neva change. [Verse 1] Bak in da
it's a game right? Get da name right R-U-L-E baby My shit is airtight Compressed, dead all da non-sense Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge E Reved up da
man Why these niggaz trying to Violate shit without us man huh? I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game We want in man, Franchise
got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy don't be
parallel park In that red and yellow thang old skool Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Colli Park but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my bloods scream Su-Woop and Da Da
falls like Niagara Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen These niggaz is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name It ain't a game
got to do something I done blown my last Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave In dat g pricko is what I am known to have Shit tend to be slow I put
) I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what) Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga Respect the game Cuz I got the game
kitchen! Cuz a RA-da-da man for his Ra-da-da chick, Gets That Ra-da-da pudding for That Ra-da-da shit! I say, They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen
DJ Clue Desert Storm (Yeah) New Mariah Often imitated, never duplicated (Honey) (They can't do it like this) WCLUE (Just play the record, Clue) Whoooooooeee! [Da
Def] WATCH OWT! Your pussy sound get bucked Souf Mos 'n Bussa Rhymes too bad man-a-shutout WATCH OWT! Give a damn whut fancy car ya hop owt Shut down your game like da
dat but I'm still a boss bitch Like like dnt get it twisted u kno I do this lil this lil this lil party shit this lil tambourine shit All dat shit u kno da
momma First you git her name then you git her number Then you git some brain in da' front seat of the humma' Then you git some brain in da' front seat