Oh, just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh, mami Just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh, mami Just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh I'm so hood and I can't change Rip blocks from Venice All the way to Fullton to Saint James, L.A. to BK Young Rome and I'm serious Born hustler more clever then my nemesis Pop bottles like I'm Michael Jordon in the 90's Six ring all I do is big things Fall sickin' my taste Big ass, small waist, flawless face Really don't matter the race 'Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out If the head good I might show out If it's right that I'm tight like a fin When dis pipe blow out The fifth ward, let a psycho out Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out What's that glow, mami ice no doubt Rhinestone never We have conference calls with Jacob Been like this ever since I got my cake up Pick the dirt off the concrete and shake up Been caring my timbs since B2K's break up I'm like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailman One word that don't compete in my brains is failing man Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma We bag more then broads We bag cities You can have those hood rats with them T bag titties Rome gotta like him, I'm slappin' these dudes silly Rip the nerve out your body that don't feel me And I rock the party like Bizzy B in his prime I'm cool as an AC I'm not Busta Rhymes No disrespect but I'm smooth as a Jazz artist But live as the Roots Homey I'm beyond the hottest I'm not a star, I'm the sun, not number 2, I am the 1 I am not a rose, I am the gun And I spit for the half Nash niggas sleep on cots Started from nothing Dreamin' of boats and yachts Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop sleepin' Git on my grizzle and kept bizzy Got my mind right, money right, never tricked Chicks mad 'cause I'm tight Cheap as a birds language, I ain't the one mami Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Man I done seen it all Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs With po po, pepper stray, bully sticks Broads impressed with this willy shit Think willy's a trick? Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on some silly shit I don't drink from yellow bottles I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a grudge no I erase enemy's like Bubba fat Take stars to ball Clap like the Grammy Awards Down hits, seven up, spit hit, seven up Missed seven enough, deep shred 'em up Set 'em up, wet 'em up, shock won't let 'em up Hit 'em twice some more 'cause he ain't dead enough Call me Iron Man Think I'm sexy now, you should see me in my boxer You think my flow is obnoxious I got old donuts in my refrigerator Harder then you, you niggas know how we do What bitch? Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma © POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; JASON BROWN PUBLISHING; BACK 2 DA GETTO MUSIC; ALL BLAC MUZIK; NOTTING HILL MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com