My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
Sick tape, volume two
Believe it
Ho! Ho!
Let me switch up the game
I drink that cognac
Step back 'cause I might put it on ya
I go deep, so deep 'till you sleep
Count sheep, wake you up from f- all week
You don't want me have to show ya
How a freak b- act when I ain't sober
What up? I'm tore up, sho' nuff
I ain't scared to take it off
(Tell a freak to take it off)
Tipsy and I feel good (feel good)
Black dudes got big woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really, really want it then n- stop frontin' (stop frontin')
Ayy, boy, you know I'm your type (your type)
5'2" and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve
We run this (who run this?)
We run this (run this)
We run this, oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from it's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring ya hats
East Coast, West Coast
Down South, represent your coast
Yeah, we run it, and yeah we run it
Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it
Oh, we run this sh-
We run this sh- (wicked)
Wanna pull my hair? Break my back?
For the right money might sit in your 'llac
Back to back, and can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes and lead to backrub
I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all makin me blush
I'm enough to go around, so people don't push
When I run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good
And they shine so hard, that he glitters
So many karats they look like critters
And we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a n- hype
I wanna know can you hand me my mic?
We run this (who run this?)
We run this (run this)
We run this, oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from it's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring ya hats
East Coast, West Coast
Down South, represent your coast
Yeah, we run it, and yeah we run it
Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it
Oh, we run this sh-
We run this sh-
Any hustlers in the party y'all (hell yeah)
If you's a pimp lemme see you party hard (hell yeah)
Oh, strippers take your clothes off (hell yeah)
Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell yeah)
N- I bo-gart, a lot of rappers fake way too hard
Pull up at the club in a rental car
Where them freaks at? The freaks at the bar
Where the hard drinks are
Don't, start
You don't want beef don't take it that far with a superstar
I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt
Misdemeanor too much and I don't give a f-
We run this (who run this?)
We run this (run this)
We run this, oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from it's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring ya hats
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this, oh, oh, oh
Represent ya coast and act like ya know
Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the door
Volume two, holla
Wicked, this sh- is sick
Big shoutout to Mobb Deep
G-UNIT
