One For The Books (Sped Up)
Spadez
2:29Baby come and quench yo thirst With a sip of this pimpin' You could be my Monica, I could be your Clinton I'm tryin' to get your love locked down, San Quentin Twenty-five to life was the sentence I don't mind, I don't mind Especially when you all up on mine Especially whe you know you got a one of a kind I might fuck around and I'ma have you wined and dined I'm thinkin' Mickey D's, ha, I'm just playin' with ya Picture what I'm sayin' to ya, I'm tryin' to be stayin' with ya No more delaying I'm tryin' to be layin' with ya Good God, she even roll up the swisha Now that I got you attention I think it's best that I mention Your backside is a whole other dimension Why you so bad, need to put you in detention When you look like that, god damn Really got me wondering why (why) Why you ain't got no man Need to put a player in yo life (sheesh) So I'ma lock it up and throw away the key I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me So let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go They say you innocent until proven guilty But the sun go down and lil' mama get filthy Handcuffin', dro puffin', lights on, we'll be Freakin' 'til six in the morning, you feel me Body on "damn", face like whoa Enough to make a player quit playin' no mo All of the evidence on a GoPro (click) And all of this medicine got my eyes low (yeah) How you ain't got a man, that's my question (how Sway) You be killin' 'em, lethal injection (sheesh) We ain't from Houston but we always textin' And ya birthday suit is the one you look best in (aha) Good lord, hop on to my surfboard Let's ride this wave 'til we can't no more I'ma bang on that nana like it was a turf war Like a heavyweight fight, another round for sure When you look like that, god damn Really got me wondering why (why) Why you ain't got no man Need to put a player in yo life (sheesh) So I'ma lock it up and throw away the key I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me So let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Nah it ain't a gun, I'm just happy to see ya Are you that somebody, I'm not talkin' Aaliyah You got me feelin' like I'm off the tequila I'm faded faded, yeah I'm off this tequila Fuck it (fuck it), throw me in the bucket and buckle up My chips on the table and I'm 'bout to double up (aha) I'm quarterbackin and I'm callin' the huddle up (blue forty-two) Givin' me the business, ain't talking a button up Ain't no half way lover, you the bread to my butter Tryin' to slide to the crib late night like what up (what up) Everytime I hear a hater speak, I'm like shut up Everytime a lame spit game they gon' stutter I don't want no other, you the H.B.I.C If you was a drug, I'd be hooked to the IV I be something like a fiend tryin' to get his fix Like presents on Christmas, I'm lovin' all ya gifts (woo) When you look like that, god damn Really got me wondering why (why, why, why) Why you ain't got no man Need to put a player in yo life (your life) So I'ma lock it up (lock it up) and throw away the key (throw it away) I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me So let's go (go, go, go) Let's go, let's go, let's go (go, go, go) Let's go, go