I watch po po And duck a dodo Birdies in them gogo's Trying to steal my mojo Oh no your'e fuckin with a pro Who go for dolo For sure though A season veteran
on the cone Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie Seven-four-four-tre back to back I sent two fools
mind some say that four seasons are enough for a lifetime of change and i hope when you think of me you remember the love that i gave (when our seasons change)x2
Rinkin twinkin body shakin Nuff attackin brain's a rackin Clock tockin Chuck shockin Flavor Flav ain't never shavin] (one, two, three four) Verse One:
um I'm leavin, please believin Me and the rest of my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin
Rolling on vogues and Two Fours Dre trippa got to stay with two hoes Stay with zippas boy I keep a few O's Get bossed and say dog she blows [Verse 2]
hand amputated [Verse 2:] I can't be faded you Macs done ran out of words I spit predicates, pronouns, and adverbs Everybody talking about copping birds You ever cop four
(feat. Will.I.Am) Four, tres, two, uno [Will I Am] Listen up ya'll, 'cause this is it The beat that I'm bangin' is de-li-cious [Verse 1 - Fergie] Fergalicious
: Puff Daddy] Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x] [Interlude
do 4 me and u and we eatin So bitch y da fuck iz u trippin. I'm takin dese chances My head 2 da sky My feet on da ground My fingas 2 da judge if da money
you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend Repeat [Chorus] [Verse 2](T.I.) This time, it was me n KP, in NYC On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2
bread Forced to watch my people fall off track, like a bad wig I dropped a lot of records, but I'm still broke Can't afford to stay in the Four Seasons
1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds down Them things come and they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season
hella smoke Whips that we valet soon as we hit cali Call da more buckets ask the waitress Was da talle Swipin all da cash... lightin up the grass Four seasons
subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me 'life is a bitch' She's something like the seasons, just