- Jadakiss & (Woman)] (Jadakiss) (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Uh huh, Uh -
[Verse - Yo, I'm just too much, I too sick I be on top of the snare, all the kick Since a youngcat, I one wit the drum tap The purple start my lungs back there, done that My words stick to you like thumb me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's Hating, I can't get you off me Fresh like I just the plastic off me Me and streets is high sweethearts And I'm always in her so she divorce me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to ya go and cop your father to this I the whole package - the girls, the thongs And there's about me the world just loves D-Block bringing of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name
[Chorus - & (Woman) (2x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll (J-A-D-A) We just going, this shit don't stop
[Verse - Louch] Sheek Louch get it popping, shit don't stop Got boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, drop Chain's bigger than D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot days Hold the heat when I spit, ten ice trays D-Block what up? what's wit that? Got the Camp heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in Thick shorty hop on it I her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet crawl back Got her job a two way contact
- Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)] (F-A-G-E-A) Pulling it out, the pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm your money, the funeral stop (F-A-G-E-A) The band, the beat will knock (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, this shit don't
[Verse - Sheek Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Naw just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all Oil slick, it's the juice I throw out the back But it's for real lil if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna to this I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to (J-A-D-A) Hey yo ([Jada:] what up Louch?) yo take it from there
- Jadakiss] Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip They feel good they go in your ear Ti Gun, Punch your girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't We got haze in the air and we the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it And you know I the hawk on my neck, so don't violate Cause I wait for it to go in your back, uh
[Chorus - & Sheek (Woman) (4x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral (J-A-D-A) The band, the beat'll knock (F-A-G-E-A) We keep going, this shit don't stop
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