And they meet Late on a Saturday In the grip Of winter's chapped lips One's blind To all he has inside One's sure That he knows what life's got in store
[Vocals by Sherri DuPree] And they meet Late on a Saturday In the grip Of winter's chapped lips One's blind To all he has inside One's sure That he
Big faces in these true jeans! (HUH? !) I don't tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!) Tongue hangin' son fakin in them two G's. She gon' drop on two
other kids played 'Cause I was way too ill, I would home my skill Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two
here witta few Has to wonder, Nut gotta slide with her [BACKWARDS], check your riches, son, I concur Hit her long from gutter loans, get her sprung from wetter tongues
brains [Verse Two] Girl unlatch your bra But first unlatch your jaw It's cool to call me dog But your head is under my paw Soon as your lips part Then your tongue
get a smack for that, black Chorus Verse two: Nobody can do it You runnin out of gas sun, leakin much fluid I'm hungry like jack two inches away from
nigga involved The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two
gay It's about who pray [T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo] [Verse Four: T.I.] Open my eyes, see the sunrise Talkin about memories of G's got my tongue
s bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue
I boast for the shit that I stand for Allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor I never lose sight [? ] that's two nights Had more than two
[Will Smith] Mic check, one two one two This dedicated to an old friend of mine, Michelle She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf Now e'rything
faces in these true jeans! (HUH? !) I don't tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!) Tongue hangin' son fakin in them two G's. She gon' drop on two
from 2 P's. I smashed in the 90s and I run into 2 G's You ain't a gangbanger, so you run in with' Two-T's! You "Hurricane" stompin' with the flame Bandana
what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter
: [Will Smith] Mic check, one two one two This dedicated to an old friend of mine, Michelle She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf Now e'rything
to act I get atomic, hypo-galactical Word to mom I'm in my own world Galaxy raised! Powerful [Chorus:] Raise it up [x8] [Verse Two: Ced G] Yo, yo
