19.thou$and - OJ Pimpson lyrics

Slow dancin' Ho, stop glancin' Ho, stop tellin' me, I know I'm f**in' handsome Uhh Slick Rick, stand when I sit Shake my hand, seven grams in the spliff b**hes' hands on your hips Rub your titties if you love hip hop Cigarette between the lips, damn I know the secrets kept between you and your b**h, man Now I'm stuck inside the quicksand Like call the celly, Poppavelli EAST COAST across the belly Ain't no sh** that you can tell me that gon' ruin it Now I'm back inside the Buick with my crew in it Bout it bout it, what it do, what it do wit it Bout it bout it, what it do, what it do wit it [Bout it bout it, what it do... x2] Danny Lover on the cover for you 86 tatty on the lady lips Got everything inside the house except the baby crib Got everything inside the house except the baby crib We don't need that sh**