Philly Celebrities

歌詞

(Mr. Man) Uhh (Boobonic) Yeah, Its what I like Uh huh, yeah yeah (Mr. Man) Queue me dawg (Boobonic) Yeah, Most wanted baby (Mr. Man) Yo, See I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000 (And) Buy the mall out while you niggas there browsing In the latest six coupe, a 120,000 Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin' We gonna make changes listening to Phyllis Hyman Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds Mr. f**k hoes and put down the bricks Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris' Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6 Man I never been broke I kept money to count Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce A milli-on motherf**kers, it's how the word's pronounced I keep my bank account, the banks amount My niggas play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly Bonic iceman and of course I'm all frosty (Chorus: Boobonic) Look here we Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are You see my damn house, you see my damn car Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are We Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are You see my damn chain, you see my damn car Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are (Boobonic) Boo a clothesline nigga, I wear myself I wish somebody spit hot And I'm sick of hearing myself I talk big shit, how I only f**k with big chicks With big tits, big hips and all that slick shit Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six Drop they gorgeous bitch, drop they shit soon as I hop out Niggas ain't near me spittin' they game And plenty ho's in tattoo parlors getting my name Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game Snorted out my mind with six bitches like Rick James Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname SLow up, you want me now cause I'ma blow up Women I Kast 'em Out like "Aquemini" And our roley got two faces like a Gemini T-H-E-B-E-S-T that's me If you better than this then lets see (come on) We, crush, yeah uh huh Y'all niggas know from the doors we aint playin' with y'all (Chorus) (Boobonic) He Mr. how much dough you trying to get (Mr. Man) A 1 with 9 O's nigga plenty of chips (Boobonic) A house so sick you need a shot just to get in (Mr. Man) Buttery suede color, every chair you sit in (Boobonic) Nigga we ball real, ice we got that (Mr. Man) Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that (uhh) (Boobonic) Chain bling all in your face you spot that (Mr. Man) Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that (Boobonic) Mad at me 'cause '99 was our summer (Mr. Man) Wildwood Jet ski ride the wave runner (Boobonic) Mad at me 'cause its us two housing (Mr. Man) Well you gon' be at mad motherf**ker in 2000 (Chorus)