Track byDJ Storm; Desert Storm South
Yeah I Yeah Yeah Yeah I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteen Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream We took a lot of trips together you stayed down Remember when we start hopping on that Greyhound She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride And sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside She say she think I'm cheating with a girl named Jane You ain't just my babay bitch you my everything I was broke but you maintained better As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar Whatever her name white Sally I met her through my home boy Rico out in Cali I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard Ya bought me jewels gator shoes and some big cars Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs Now we on a private plane eating chicken wangs come on And I love you You the reason why I ride good You the reason why I shop good drink good smoke good And I love you You the reason why these hoes choose You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school And I love you You the reason why I quarter back Took a nigga out the projects put me in a culdesac That's why I get it how I live boy 'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy And I love you babay mwah hugs and kisses Fuck them niggas and fuck them bitches come on Been in this game since 1998 Yeah nigga take the safety yeah but I'm great yeah Maybe it's fate destiny you tell me Damn near ten and that shit been free But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise nigga Really ain't shit to prove to y'all niggas All the cars all the clothes With all the stars and all the hoes First class flights a nigga live in the lights But see you in the dark this stuff is kinda hard See where I park valet costs a note Drop another fifty just to check my coat Probably leave with yo' chick know how I do It's Pastor Disaster baby I love you And I love you You the reason why I ride good You the reason why I shop good drink good smoke good And I love you You the reason why these hoes choose You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school And I love you You the reason why I quarter back Took a nigga out the projects put me in a culdesac That's why I get it how I live boy 'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy Took me from a gun toting nigga to a Big Boi Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boi And not just my weapons I'm talking 'bout titles and deeds You paying rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya lease I'm out of ya league I might as well be I All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hiney Rhyming is a skill that requires timing Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding I'm 'bout I'm 'bout at the same time You satisfied I'm satisfied that's how I slang mine A generation came up under my style From penetration of the nation when I was just a child Now who's really in the critics top five me Andre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fie Let me break it down I get fly at that mouth I stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be Them niggas from the south so One to the two the three the fo' Satisfied I'm satisfied Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo' And I love you You the reason why I ride good You the reason why I shop good drink good smoke good And I love you You the reason why these hoes choose You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school And I love you You the reason why I quarter back Took a nigga out the projects put me in a culdesac That's why I get it how I live boy 'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy And I love you And I love you And I love you And I love you And I love you