You niggas don´t hear me though Turn it up, nigga, this shit´s in stereo I walked in with a philly ho Let me give it to you, young locc, on the really though
Hands, the keys, the Benz, the trees The birds, the bees, the C´s, the G´s I get it like I´m ´posed to, you should be close to me Right up under my wing Words I sing, verbs I bring Bread to the park, head in the dark Ready with art, I said it with heart Merely distorted, dearly departed Look what you started I´m cool as a mother and you acting retarded Just what the motherfuckin´ doctor ordered It´s the d-o-g with the p-o-p Not one, not two, but three
I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four
Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex
Have a seat and don´t say one word Cause you will never catch Snoop Dogg with just one bird And if I do, I´ll probably kick it to the curb And come anew Runnin´ back, I´m-a keep runnin´ through Hut one, hut two Down set, hike two, three, four
We go overtime I´m-a give you something that´s gonna blow your mind And take your time, relax a bit I came here to mack a bitch This P is so immaculate I rap a bit just to taste Puttin´ hair to the snare to the bass Snap that, Snapchat, flick it up One of me, three of ya´ll, so lick it up I´m back to the hangin´ again, bangin´ again Nigga, could you sing it again?
I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby
I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex
Freak-a-leek, I speak the truth I got girls lined up trying to get in the booth Original, more like a miracle High definition visual, digital, minimal But it can be maxed out Track meet, more meat blow your back out I had to pull the ´lac out Cause there was too many of ya´ll to be left out I stepped out mackish with the whole package Bread with the cabbage, me and a bad bitch
Or two, make it three 31 flavors, nigga It gets no better than this Now, who in the world can get you more wetter than this? I´m back to the hangin´ again, bangin´ again Nigga, could you sing it again?
I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex
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