Put 'Em On The Glass

歌詞

C'mon now - repeated (Verse 1) Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos Hit the hard rock, the street is my work spot I'm lookin for females to cops (yeah) Few things can past me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a skirt in this thang I'm holding I still got game ain't a damn thing change I spot two Z's in the left lane Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at phones And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse Girl let it all out! And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid 36 D's a make a man skid I'm puttin in work on the freeway pass Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah) (Break) - w/ ad libs Put 'em on the glass .. Put 'em on the glass, girl Put 'em on the glass (Verse 2) Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky Got crush rock on his pinkie He gets paid to stay laid My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played Girls when I'm on the freeway Cats jumpin in, givin me leeway And then drop them things on the dash This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast At speed I got a need to see you breathe And proceed with the kinky deeds Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier But love singers on pause Everybody's beggin to get into your draws What's makin your kids frown? +Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down) You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown Straight grown all night long I like my females nasty Never try to drive straight past me Just get in the left lane and show me your insane And fill up the window with thangs Puttin niggaz on skids, jump out and straight crash Cause she put 'em on the glass (Break) - w/ ad libs - (*scratched*) (Verse 3) How many times will you play this before your ban this, I heard Miss Gore can't stand this But I gotta fan this, lovin this scandalous rap Guess who I got layin on the canvas D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D Hard from the freeway party Baby them things is workin Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens You hit the gas I'll hit mine too Baby can I get with you? Press the flesh 'til the glass gets dressed Obsessed with the ways you express yourself Some say I only rap about wealth But baby can I talk about your health? Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin lungs Get a brother oh so strung I'm lovin this window dressing The whole right lane is stressing Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly B double O B S, straight sittin in the window I'd rather kiss them than indo And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass Slow down and put 'em on the glass (Break) - w/ ad libs Put 'em on the glass Put 'em on the glass, girl Put 'em on the glass Now shake them titties .. Shake 'em .. Put 'em on the glass .. Put 'em on the glass