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I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute Your man is John Recoup, same as my climbing boot Blase blase blah, I'm not a star, I don't have a car Fuck all the chatter, you cannot have the bra Peep the framework, see if the game work Heard she gave my man Hurt, the same dirt on the same skirt, as the week passed; It's like the freak fast, catchin whiplash when them Jeeps pass Throw on the switch just to get rich; call you hon before I bag it after that it's chickenhead bitch I only got the digits when I met you; Tootsie had a Benz-y boned your friends and got some head too ?? hoes, don't doze cause the mic goes pop, when I rock all these silly psychoes But that's another matter, this ain't a love chatter So I can ?? rock and duck ?? rumps that's fatter Like, I know we're slickin, right at the stoplight Pulled the Jag up, you get bagged up like this was Shop-Rite I guess it's all that, layin like doormats..peed When I make this hit you try to catch me I told her, ?nine-sixty years? all the papers near Now I need me a gasmask til all these vapors clear for hours, with all her powers just to see how your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels [Chorus: G-Depp] Songtexte So what's the deal huh? Let's keep it real huh? You like these wheels huh? Tell me how they feel huh? Head over wheels huh... ... uhh, head over wheels huh, uhh Yo honey bust it let's discuss it for a little bit I know the middle stick, so GO HEAD with your little tits A nigga rollin in the car from taggin, lookin tight ragged On the night racket, concoctin Reeboks and the flight jacket But that's OK cause when you play there's a price to pay A small way, tend to hallways, twice a day Don't front though, I make the flow through the gut slow or the butt, ohh, made her scream like I struck gold That's cold, better yet it's freezin, honey steady teasin Tis the season for skeezin, no teasin just some heavy breathin Hoe pros and when she blows, only heaven knows No clothes, ohh! Got that fifty-four-eleven though That trick, I guess I tricked for this pair of kicks Just to gas em have her girlfriends askin can we share his dick Divide it equally, and dick it frequently, they always beepin me We do this secretly, so yeah don't speak to me Get noid with Floyd, creep up the backstreet ain't that sweet You don't see them hookers in this backseat Time and time to get the bump n grind, I guess love is blind Or he caught you in your eye with his brother's nine I'd rather use my know of flicks, and the known face Watch em plead just to get them keys on your court date Hon Dawn got it goin on, since you're gone pal Your man Shawn get the horn now, pow [Chorus x2] I lift this honey in the air, like no gravity Cause of her thoughts, now she's in the porch of her sanity So as you enter, since you commence to play the roll you gon' play the coal in the winter And if you get another fuck it, fuckin no less than her circumfrence then I'm hosted in another bucket I be the one to pass by ya with the cash kinda, crass You still behind that ass in my Pathfinder Tryin to front like she fond-of, niggaz and ganja Til I pull ups-on-ja, wild, forget the menage-a-trois in the car with Rhonda, hittin the tits She smell herself, cause she sell herself like Honda's These bitches is bugged, all thugged out Cause I told her the ride was over GET THE FUCK OUT Get your Lugz out and get to walkin, that's how the wind blows Power windows so I can't hear the shit you talkin You wanna drive stick, combine my prize with chinky eyes with ?lilet? all that old fly shit But wake up, without makeup, and get the clear view Only place I'll be seein you is in the rearview [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania