till we ride [Chorus x2] Here we come, boy Better raise up off the spot Here we come, boy Better hide or not Here we come, boy Why you cuffing that
't fake it, just break it and when I take it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here
like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets Sean P, A.K.A, or Sharp Crease Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary They come
your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we
under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close, hot
Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
and, out the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip
sex involved as we get funky Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows When it come to a situation like this Little more effects and I can't resist So we get
Little jive ass nigga, we can never be friends Oh bitch made nigga, we can never be friends You a pussy muthafucka, we can never be friends We can never be friends, we
to know Come in and shut the door Let's get this party goin' Baby let me show you How you can satisfy a girl needs Oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon In the mornin
little fame) We ahead of you niggas 'cause we got alittle chain (A little chain) Get out tha way nigga Come around the wrong spot you will get shot We
coming, he's coming He's coming, he's coming, he's coming He's coming, he's coming, he's coming He's coming, he's coming, he's coming Bo! Lickshot for
know (East side for dem hoes) Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul Let me tell ya like dis here boy (Let's go) They callin' me to come back
[talking] This some of that Ghet-O-Vision shit man FUCK these niggaz, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) yeah, uhh
fucked up quick We can protect what us, that what we bustin bitch Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away (P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy
