Yo momma wears army boots
I saw when she took 'em off
She threw them in the street
And that street said, "I smell feet." Uh
[Dave Chappelle]
Alright y'all, 100 grand says I get it in one take
Thats right baby, one take Dave
One take Dizzle
Here we go
[Hook]
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
[Verse 1: Skillz]
Trust me, It's something 'bout the way I touch her
The way that I hold her, the way I clutch her
She move a lot but that ain't shit to me
Man, I need that bitch and that bitch need me
I ain't even talking bout R-A-P
Them other lames be the same
Them don't worry me
Sit back
I spit that shit that
Get better then
Make a veteran sit back
Cruisin', mic check one twosin'
If y'all not us, then that's why y'all losin'
Eight up
No time to wake up
No masquerade nigga move the maker
Just do it
Put the hop in to it
And when you lose it
Don't blame the music
Half y'all fell in love with a whore
The question is if you don't love her
What you fucking her for, nigga
I saw when she took 'em off
She threw them in the street
And that street said, "I smell feet." Uh
[Dave Chappelle]
Alright y'all, 100 grand says I get it in one take
Thats right baby, one take Dave
One take Dizzle
Here we go
[Hook]
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She want to know if we can be together
Even if it ain't gonna be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
[Verse 1: Skillz]
Trust me, It's something 'bout the way I touch her
The way that I hold her, the way I clutch her
She move a lot but that ain't shit to me
Man, I need that bitch and that bitch need me
I ain't even talking bout R-A-P
Them other lames be the same
Them don't worry me
Sit back
I spit that shit that
Get better then
Make a veteran sit back
Cruisin', mic check one twosin'
If y'all not us, then that's why y'all losin'
Eight up
No time to wake up
No masquerade nigga move the maker
Just do it
Put the hop in to it
And when you lose it
Don't blame the music
Half y'all fell in love with a whore
The question is if you don't love her
What you fucking her for, nigga
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.