Tekst :

[Chorus]:
Let s go Ma what you shakin with show me what you makin with
I got a hoola hoop show me what your ass can do
money how you workin with show me what you re twerkin it
I got a hoola hoop let s go

[Benzino]:
Mami what you drinkin on
tell me who you sneakin on
Gucci print Air Force with your sneakers on
hair done phat streaks twist black and blonde
throw a song on mami get her groove on
Prada lace black blouse with a matching thong
pretty face in the place what you sittin for
once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for
glitter on your face seven karats on you face
caged out Cartiers Zino stay glowin
price tag I don t care you niggas ain t knowin
where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this
top down in the front vallet don t front
what you want we gon do it my way so

[Chorus 2x]

[Benzino]:
Navy blue with Sean John G suit
this time with the camel ten quarter Timb boot
Ma you know my resume take you to a better place
skip the line first class when we get away
baby always smellin good honey always yellin hood
blue Coupe deuce time threes now it s really good
shoes beat deuce threes now it s really hood
blue jeans lately now I m feelin you
got me goin crazy I mean I m feelin you
plus I m screamin out your names in the interviews
oh where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this
slap a bolly on your wrist when I ice you
N 5-5 in the garage when I wife you

[Chorus 2x]

[Benzino]:
Doll baby lookin right candles burning all night
incense heave scents drum towers hit the light
Mamasita wanna ride me oh seniorita wanna wind it
strapped up in the Versace bedspread
let s do the damn thing baby Zino do the damn thing
where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
where we goin with this breathe where we movin with this
got you in my hideout let me find out turn you wide out
baby girl where your hoola hoop

[Chorus 2x]

Tekst :

[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here
Ay yo dim the lights down
yeah yeah
we gon let the track talk to em


Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit
you d think I had the world in my palm
surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
still ain t all peaches and cream
cause it s hard being a rich man specially when you black
no margin for error no room for slack
cops stay on your back
lyin tryin to convict me
they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60 s
and it

Makes you wanna holla
to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke s blockin my lungs
watchin my son
I know this game is mean don t let him go where I ve gone
see what I ve seen takin puffs off the green
keep my mind off this bullshit
it s like a mental tug of war
with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip
you niggas don t understand
I m only human I m just like you damn

[Chorus]:
Makes you wanna holla
cause it s hard sometimes on the grind
when you re tryin to get them dollars man and
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I m a hustle till my work is done
It makes you wanna holla
cause it s hard sometimes on the grind
when you re tryin to get them dollars man
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I m a hustle till my work is done


[Benzino]:
Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks
sometimes I feel like givin it up
drop top chrome pipes damn what a life
I d trade it all just to sleep some nights
it s hard bein a gangsta
specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case
everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face
I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate
and your man s on the stand raisin his right hand
cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do
and it

Makes you wanna holla
cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla
claimin they swallow
need the so-called cats you knew from way back
suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack
he your man long as you givin him stacks
but let you get fucked and need a buck
he ain t callin you back
now what type of shit is that

[Chorus]

Tekst :

Yellow City Benzino

[Chorus]:
23 inches on the ride when we get it on
honey look I m really ride we should get it on
got my people on the side we should get it on
let s chill tonight we gon get it on
23 inches on the ride when we get it
honey look I m really ride we should get it on
got my people on the side we shoudl get it on
let s chill tonight we gon get it on

[Benzino]:
Shorty lookin high when she takin it
on the floor lookin right when she shakin it
bartender get the ice start shakin it
everybody gettin fly how you playin it
since you wanna keep it real I m a let you know
got me open Ma now I don t wanna let you go
you remind me of these honeys in the video
get her back to the telly and it s here we go
if the chickens on the rag we say hell no
give her chips call a cab we say let s go
{You nasty Ray you nasty}
please believin it
we had another glove shorty straight up teasin it
stop playin Ma tell me who you leavin with
she said Zino what you sayin who you creepin with
thought I d really let you know that I m feelin it
and if I get you to the crib then I m killin it

[Chorus]

[Benzino]:
Now we in the corner takin Remy to the head
Put the Cardiers on eyes gettin red
you like the chain or the watch or the wood-grain frames
switch lanes in a champagne drop
get brains on planes in Bangkok
Mami like them things that a man can t cop
Mami always saying please Ray don t stop
{Ray please don t stop}
and the beat don t stop
we on the scene and you already know
Zino on the stage with a real tight flow
six figures paid for a real tight flow
my niggas made and they can t say no
so shake that Ma take that Ma
make my eyes move where your waist at Ma
you know the don spittin nothin but nice
ah freeze Ma please ain t nothing but ice

[Chorus]

{You nasty Ray you nasty you nasty Ray you nasty}

[Benzino]:
In the DJ booth with my dawg 2-time
smokin on a J while he play Busta Rhymes
Hep s over there with a bunch of dimes
we don t go to bed till the sun rise
up in the club hands on her butt
V.I.P. I keep Chris in my cup
see my peeps they call state kid it up
see that beat my beat state grit it up

[Chorus]

Yellow City Benzino Yellow man and we did it again

{You nasty Ray you nasty}

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Czekam
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