Go left, go left, go left right left [Verse #1:] Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em Till the day that I drop you’ll never say
hair Drug her across the ground And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop While I drop
make the bitch run a triathlon, Are those pistachios? Damn id like to have some, Laying on the patio man rolling a fat one, Shady drop the magic marker
) Baby that's what's up [Verse 3 (Chingy)]: I don't mean to be rude but I like the way you move Got your boy in the mood, let's go back to magic cruise
burning flame Sheen of lake, of forest lake At the dawn will show mistake In composition of deadly spell Poison drop in magic well. 3. I
I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder so its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche - its for yourself that'
do it anytime you need it girl you just call on me better yet just call on us its easy as a 1-2-3!(1-2-3) [Verse 3: Lloyd] No doubt about it she
it, its all the same thang Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic
piston, to get in touch How to whip out the pot in the kitchen Listen Cook, cook Whip, Whip Chop, Chop Oohhhh Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll
little bit of Beyonce Turn around and give it to me, shawty, get paid Do it for them girls, they be jealous anyway On stage I wanna be amazed Pop that, drop
this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic city back
bowl white though But I'ma be all right though [Chours] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra Presto magic
see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock Word on the street, you got something to show me Magical, colorful
fit a bunch of broads in Then we landin', laughin' Chicks with fantastic asses Extravagant habitats As if you never seen tragic happen Make magic happen with cash, I'm actually catchin' magic
I can do this all day [Verse 1 - Shawty Lo] Let me take you through the streets of Atlanta, GA Where we party all night til the mornin break Visioni??s on Sunday Magic
no sense when you hatin' on me 'Cuz what I am you try'na be (And uhh) You can find me on magic dot I'm talking in N E double L dot Y I stop bombs what the hell (Stop bombs) You might as well, I drop bombs (Drop
no fake LP's Sucker MC's don't make no G's They make weak, weak raps and need to quit 22 songs and only 3 on hit Frontin' on me like you want some Better
what she really made of I guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough tell her pop that shit drop that shit "WHAT". {chorus} (repeat 1x) {verse3} Where them
