up So you don't gotta sweat her Think about it, find a pen and put it in a letter [Chorus 2x] So I'm gonna put it in a letter (ohh) Leave it in your
Vertaling: Mic Little. Sit dit in 'n Brief.
get her So you don't gotta sweat her Think about it, find a pen and put it in a letter [Chorus] So I'm gonna put it in a letter (ohh) Leave it in
[DJ Drama] Young Money all stars on the way Put the party in the bag now hand it over [Lil' Wayne] Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute See I ain
A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamp's I think I'll eat some Ambiens like they're candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a little
exhausted You can call me sick, you can even call me nauseous A sea of great whites, you are a dolphin If I was you, I would be a little more cautious
time little holme Kick it D kick it D kick it Pump it D pump it D pump it Swing it D swing it D swing it I swing my beats at the playground ya know
time little home Kick it D, kick it D, kick it Pump it D, pump it D, pump it Swing it D, swing it D, swing it I swing my beats at the playground, ya
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under drama See
And when we're on the mic, we're in charge It's like that y'all (that y'all) it's like that y'all (that y'all) It's like that a th-that a like that
and nieces Chocolate in a peanut butter cup called Reese's Took a little break, for goodness sake Gotta chill, get ill, cold fishin' by the lake Take a
ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin' triple life Marry a son who got baked, it coulda been For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe
wack Now your slobbin' Marly's mob for a dope track Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business Don't
John Forte Grab the mic and won't you sway it this way Verse 2 [John Forte] I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer Hopin that the game
, theres never been better Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a Ugly charmer
i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury So give me some light, a little love and some liquid Im gonna creep through the night And put a
