[Intro] It's all good Aight, yeah Here we go, said here we go Here we go, check it out though
[Verse 1] Aiyo, Smith and Pepper snow goggles For boulevard models Jetta with the ski-rack, kicking full throttle Space mountain spliff, pull keep a lift Time and space rip so we moving kind of diff' Slick like the first Jheri curl, juice dripping Pop standing over grit pots in the kitchen, listen "Eat them all so they stick to your ribs" My grandfather said, so I did (I did, I did) I heard the other kids laughing and playing Indian style, I sat staying, listening, refraining from acting my age Back in the day I just had a way But there's still things you had to say To the peoples around the way (way, way) It keeps giving, the gift of gab Apartments, homes, lofts, pads Hopping around town to hide the tears of a clown Too busy to entertain over mine with the frown See a wretched clutch I was grinding them down First gear on a steep hill, shifting them now Word to Malloricia, my ninth grade fever 9-1-1 beepers and payphone receivers I scribe flows at my leisure Life's a bitch, I mean a beach, Ibiza They make a mess of you if you don't keep a schedule Brunch and a lie be the hit, the film festival You probly think I'm thinking less of you Only what, when and where, but never who They'll make a mess of you if you don't keep a schedule Hard time making better blues Cash cream and the cheddar rules, nothing change But the gas price, few bucket change
[Hook] Said my team move round, my team move round My team move round, said what trip I pulls down Said my team move round, my team move round My team move round, said what trip I pulls down Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my team move round, my team move round Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
[Verse 2] Don't be needy, don't be greedy Get it how you live and live to give it, believe me I could talk about it freely, it's yet beneath me Keep going, Staying Alive like the BeeGees What you see is what you get They respect a brother on his grind with legends Catching that wreck Beach house, beautiful babes connect Bollywood banging they bodies is soaking wet I don't beat around the bush, a little kush Money on the side, barbecuing off the books They'll bum rush, barricade the jooks Steal your whole style from the flow down to the looks Tell 'em you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't 'bout it Whispering the love but the hate, you scream and shout it I say you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't 'bout it Talking bout the struggle you ain't trying to climb up out it Accelerating of celebrations, good occasions Presentations, slanky reservation PYT insemination, freaky federation Frolicking with fancy faces the features our beauty graces, whoo! Know my status and my crew the baddest Spin a atlas off gun its axis, my clip the baddest Can't stop, frisk they'll pat us down Uncomparable when I'm around A radical of my sound, I get down Bound to go twist a pound From the bottom, underground with a mainstream sound Bumping LB riding through the city Passengers see you pretty, house of Diddy, ooh what a pity Chivalry is dead, she shivers a bit Monday chill, Sunday tip drill, tip her for bread
[Hook] Said my team move round, my team move round My team move round, said what trip I pulls down Said my team move round, my team move round My team move round, said what trip I pulls down Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my team move round, my team move round Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te- Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
