| Lyrics: | [DJ Clue]
New shit, Nature
(Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for
Queens yanawmean?)
(Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti and the whole Queens)
It's the, DJ CLUE
(We gon spit this one for the 1999)
[Nature]
Aiyyo, I got
a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes
A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin Sloppy Joe's
Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes
Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes
They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face fuckin
I get em drunk in my room, and keep
Mase bumpin
The one wit Total, your friends might of told you
I violate menage's, pimp
game be bi-coastal
Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next
Cuz only some
become gremlettes
I never spend for sex, strictly rainy days
Strictly wit the fat ass,
backshots made me spray
Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up
And want to spend
the night, every time we fuck
Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon
It ain't a game,
still you run when the food's gone
Now who is wrong
[Chorus]
When I spit, you
spit, hot shh, new shh
Exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive, Jungle, watch this
When I spit, you spit, hot shh (DJ Clue), new shh
(The
Professional), exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive (STUPID!!), Jungle watch this
[Nature]
Got a fiend that owes me ten, a
fiend that owes a buck
Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as fuck
Catch em in the
street, ?mo fit? up, say "come on you bitch"
It's only money I'm involved wit
Calculations, foreclose homes out in Vegas
I run wit TM, meanin bitches pay us, itc |
