gon' be locked up Hide ya self like Donna Summer, another number one And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down Baby, let me run it down
, slam Slam your body down and wind it all around. Slam your body down and wind it all around. Slam your body down and wind it all around. Slam your body down
it [3x] what u waiting for Do it [3x] what u waiting for Do it [3x] what u waiting for Now Lemme hear you say Big Thangs poppin' and lil thangs stoppin' [3
way [x3] [Kimberly:] Backstroke lover hiddin' undercover, Still I talked to your daddy he say [Nadine:] Aint seen nothing, till you're down on a muffin
gon' be locked up Hide yaself like Donna Summer, another number one And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down Baby let me run it down
' do?" When my dick is hard, bitch "What you gon' do?" My whole crew, we comin for you, you, you, you [Verse 3] Yo, ? warriors Before laws, break those, take yours Down
Cause they looked out and helped a lot of indie cats get on Brought us overseas, even put us on some tours Peace to Reef and the homie Stress for opening the doors [Chorus] [Verse 3
that shit, that they try to make us believe you ain't no killas dog, just like you rap and blow weed I hang with, cake movers 3-time losers big body pushaz
Never should have walked you to the door Never should have told you those 3 words When you said you wanted less I wanted more Isnt that the way it always
, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light [JK] Determined niggas make it Kickin down the door and we burnin
a pin up, the magazines would print up That made me pick that pen up, that kept a niggas chin up That turned losers to winner, in that minute we would give up Couldn't die down
plus 3" And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates Or else doing it for free The past keeps knock knock knocking on my door And I don't want to
way [3x] [Kimberly:] Backstroke lover hiddin' undercover, Still I talked to your daddy he say [Nadine:] Aint seen nothing, till you're down on a muffin
And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes Telling me it's for the homeless, and those With nowhere to go, but at night the church door