Saint Laurent Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill? Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? Would you bust that steel if niggas came
, If I got beef with you, you the last one to know I arrive on time, I'm never fashionable You late, I'm already international-able I done toured to Berlin
Also, if you didn't know it's The Roots Show [Verse 2] Yo Rahzel (Wassup?), put your Wallies on (Yo 'Riq, I was about to but I need a shoehorn) Why's
me what you want and I got that (Kissin' ears) You know I got that (Kissin' ears) Yeah, you know I got that Them other dudes, please you know I'm not
tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong. Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on. They don't even give
you can't stop her Hey yo what up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Croix Whats up cats say they real, but they toys I heard ya doin' it though And you
I give you what you say, hit me spray, I can tell you really wanna play, hit me spray Playin with that naked game, hit me spray, With you ... you don't
T-T-A) Its about that time man You know Its time to give these dudes a reality check You ain't ready you don't know whats real Told em they can't shine
If I?m alone I cannot hate I don?t deserve to have you Ooh, my smile was taken long ago If I can change I hope I never know I still press your letters
Baby listen, I don't want to have to call you a bitch Every time you see another woman, pitiful bitch But you can bet ima do it if you act a witch Better
rap with me Like it's all good, you ain't from my hood Nigga, I don't even like your shit, I don't like your form I'm true, your through, nigga fuck
I ain't claim to be a saint And no got damn serial killer I just wanna know my nigga What made you disrespect a nigga What you thought I was a buster
enough game to hit Queen Elizabeth My blood blue so you know I'm royalty I'm through with catering to all you girls spoil me, you did Baby don't you
to believe and understand you know what's best for me. I've failed you many times, I know, but tonight when I rest, I hope that I can say, "Dear God, I
aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged In the
back in the days they just needed three or four But now it's 95 and I don't need to show you how I know you know the old dance that I call the eddie
] [I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin' about? Or the artform? Or, what is more