Come On!!! Shut Up (Oscar L Remix)

歌詞

[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! Chorus: Trick Daddy Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! [Trick Daddy] Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo I got a pocket full of be 's, Cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho' But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?) Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's I been used again, accused again - this time Been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein Heh, but I'm the man for this While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this Locked up, makin plans for this Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit Shut up! Chorus: repeat 2X [Trina] Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+ I been real, been rich, been had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick Okay it make sense to me Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me Miss Trina don't play with me Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me You need a grand just to speak to me Okay, are you sure you want to sleep with me? Okay, you better be fo' sho' Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo' Okay, you can ball with me Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me Okay, y'all know what's up Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up! Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) [Co (of Tre +6)] This goes out to my niggeroles And them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up see-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+ So when I come through bitch show me love If you bout that flow, then raise it up You got that funk, then blaze it up I got two mo's of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say Okay, come widdit Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo' Me and Money Mark been done hit it Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy? Don't even much bring your hoe 'round see Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me Shut up! Chorus [Duece Poppito (of 24 Karatz)] Lay down, playboy what's up What about the slugs in your head and your gut What's up with the keys to the truck Your own nigga say you got be 's in the cut What's up with the safe, what the combo Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation What's up wit'cha Haitian Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin What's up, where you store the D? I ain't found shit but a quarter ki Nigga ya better not be playin me You gon' bleed to death, you understand me? Whassup, are you ready to go? You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo'? What's up fuck nigga say somethin Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Chorus: repeat 2X