you things To have you sayin' I can't be 16 Once I get in you won't let go And I, I'll have yo girls wishin' they were you And I, I know you heard about
none No.1 most wanted on your Christmas list I'm bow wow to the yippie, yo, yippie, hands down I don't believe nobody can't do nothin' wit me I'm too spiffy, stay new at the feet I
full of bling, bling like neptune sound I got it locked on the left, right, front and rear When I step in the spot this all I hear I said lil' Bow Wow
I like the way they dribble up and down the court I keep it so fresh on the microphone I like no interruption when the game is on I like slam-dunks that
I wanted to spit on the radio since I was eleven But I can't afford the pay-ola for Hot 97's So I make paper underground, and I'm soon to blow Moving
cramped for me I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all Goddamn, would you take a collect call? Oh no, I don't understand I got poor eyes and
know I don't drink I remain sober when I drop a hit But I put gum in my ass 'cause I like to pop shit When it comes to pullin' gums I might do it But
dirty I told you I can count on my boy I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy Shit and just when I thought it was getting worst I was bailed
Woof, mothafucker, woof, mothafucker Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Woof, mothafucker, woof, mothafucker Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Woof, mothafucker, woof, mothafucker Bow wow wow
homie the O.G. West Coast Don, I'll smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D move the 2-1's
pictures on my cell phone Textin' me wishin' that I was home But I'm on a paper chase I'll be back in a while And yeah I know it's tough and now I need
knowin' every song on the radio If I hear another Bow Wow quotable Grown as ever, school craft for ever Recognize real when I stare at ya My niggaz I'
on American Idol I won the title cause I'm the only judge Whatever Simon says, It wont make me budge I won't hold on to a grudge like I'm Suge Knight
stunnas, shinahs I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma Here I come so, so ride, right on In the shoe so, so white, dynamite Hey, ya'll peep the outfit
Ride, ride, rough, ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on, what, what, what? Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga, what, what, what, what? Ride on This is the
me show you how, look here, now check my style What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow Ba da, bow bow, come on, now let's get down And
Hey Little Momma lyrics [Bow Wow] ah,ah Another Jazzie Fizzle, Bow Wizzle Calaborizzle my nizzle. [laughs] ah,oh oh oh. [Verse 1] I met what seem to