Salamat Sa'Yo Ina (Live Version) (Live Version)

歌詞

Come in my crib u sweet and sexy succulent thang (lol) Sit on my couch ma, uh, kick ya feet up Roll dat weed up... I don't smoke but u blaze if u want 2 U have now entered a Fizzle party Dis is for my hood chicks, model chicks, stripper girls holla 4 me Lift up ya ronzay, stronjay Mami show me (Strange' - From Movie Boomer-Rang) Natural braids, weaves, and blonde streaks U all look good so tell me who wanna freak? I'm hot me wanna leak on da streets like 50 Down low whateva, dub girl whateva Tell a friend, tell her friend, to tell friend.... I'm here with Chrissy You should bring some Pull-ups 'cause u might get pissy Smooch smooch, Kiss kissy, touchy touch Fizz with a flock of freaks I'm so lucky Absolutely she's afro-centric Her friends a bugaboo And d**n she's relentless Staggering titti poppin out her blouse Loud shoutin through my house Hurlin all over my couch Take her upstairs Lay her in my guest room Come show me Luv ma Let the party resume (yea, yea we here) Boog n Fizz (Chorus) Uh, To all my thug misses My bust slug misses Yo, my hold a dub misses Uh, my push drug misses To all my thug misses My bust slug misses Yo, my hold a dub misses Uh, yo my push drug misses yea, yea, yea, yea...uh uh uh I'm da science behind mackin it's evident I'm selling records besides rappin, it's evident I'm workin chickens to da hottest caliber women I see you eye screwin U hate seeing me grinning And its a pain in da ass to walk through the mall In footlocker, tryin to buy a shoes Chicks shocked and appalled Living my life like a Jackson or an Osborne The way they interact with me is like watchin soft porn I'm throwin lingerie parties in my condo now And these broads hold a bottle now I invite more than models now I bring da projects 2 My edge mar (or Ang Mar as in Angie M.) chicks hold me down, Jea! Im the perfect example of Robin Hood Sold a million But I'm not a product of Hollywood Six packs uh, Stretch marks yea U still a queen me U on my team ma Chorus 2X If I hate on u, I give u some fame If I remain silent, you smother in shame Why should I bring beef, To a vegetable U just another tax write off Next 2 go Ya label got u gased up like Texaco I got fans from Asia to Mexico Uh, Women makin a hundred thou (thousand) a year Wit game so sincere, spittin in my young ear Tellin my this, tellin me that But they really wanna know if our incomes match That's how it is homie They cant do nuttin fo me U luv me long time U do da best to show me 'cause everyday is an audition U on a mission wishin We go beyond cheek 2 cheek kissin But imagination stimulates the mind We see who your are with time Slow ya roll gurlhhhh