Traffic crawls, cell phone calls Top video screams at me through my tinted windows I see A little girl, rust red minivan She's got chocolate on her face
tired of your childish games I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks Picked up the magazine, I see your face You're nothin' boy
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
there So we drove straight through for three whole days and nights Of course, we stopped for more pickled wieners now and then The scenery was just so pretty, boy
wanna play 'Cause boy, I'm grown and ya damn near twice my age So tell me what's happening So let me know just why I'm feeling strange Just let me know, boy
since New Orleans I've been comin' through Queens Coppin' weed and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis rats and they ain't seen you once Diamoned up Back with Bad Boy
don't want me yet, so I pack teks Writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like hardaway And never get stripped, bust ya boy shit
Soulja Boy My life feel like I'm starin in a soap opera Niggaz say beezy dats a dope watch bruh Sunday night count creek red lobster Soulja boy tellem
boy you?re so beautiful shades doesn?t matter heart makes the lover Boy (beautiful caramel), Boy (beautiful coffeepot) Boy (Beautiful chocolate) Boy (Beautiful toffee) Boy (Beautiful pecan) Boy
-mix Something like a remix Instead it's for the G's in the street and the bad bitches What's a bad bitch she a hood classic Big thighs red bones chocolate
a G-mix Something like a remix Instead it's for the G's in the street and the bad bitches What's a bad bitch she a hood classic Big thighs red bones chocolate
I'm always talkin and tellin my people bout you (you you) 'cause how you got me trippin I feel like a kid again your lips taste like chocolate and cinnamon
You in our playhouse, let's play Yeah, this ya boy Pleasure Baby Blue, Slick 'Em, Spectacular And we are Pretty Ricky We can play house and touch, touch
I was a rude boy Now I move around wit respect of rude bwoys Murderers and crude boys, so be cool boy Matter a fact, click clak, don't move boy (No no
, my heart's cold as hockey gloves I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk Stand up ya boy
one, I seen Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans To myself, had to think 'Any room for me up in them jeans?' Ghetto star You are Eat you up like a chocolate
slowly down Like chocolate, come here Zoom in, catch the smile There's no doubt, it's from you And I'm addicted to it now Just one look boy to melt
At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin? somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again I'm alright with stayin? up all night And puffin? dark chocolate