[Tec-9] Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels, Check out my new dance that I call the Eddie Bow Shake your fuckin' hands, then you take a another chance Won't you twerk wit your legs, now you're doin' my dance
Won't you bow for the Melphanine? Won't you bow for the Josephine? Won't you bow for the Calliope? I saw now bow for the Calliope Won't you bow for the Magnolia? Won't you bow for the Magnolia? I was chillin' in a club, niggas on my jock As I watched cruddy hoes pussy pop pop pop I said I'm straight out the third and I don't give a fuck Now let me hit'cha from the back and get my fuckin' dick sucked All you got to do, is keep on some fresh gear Them hoes'll sweat a nigga like cheerleaders on a fuckin' field Gimme a beat, and throw the Bally's on your feet And forget about the people for the Polo you see? Who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
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[2nd Verse-Lil Ya]
And I'ma teach not to ever try to battle me I fucked with this one nickel nigga up on Eagle Street Cuz I'ma talk about the hoes who like to ride that dick They talkin' shit about they want they fuckin' hair fixed And runnin' game, is boku weed I got to talk about them talk about them bald head freaks Bitch I'm a donkey, ride I just don't care I keep on kickin' it bout them hoes with the real short hair Now who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels Won't you bow for a nigga that keeps it live? Won't you bow for my boys off Second and Drive? Won't you bow for Fourth street? Won't you bow for Sixth street? I said now bow for Willow street Won't you bow for Eagle street? I was doin' about sixty on my candy apple lady Lee I met a hoe that they call Kiki Cruisin' down the ave. when I met this hoe I said get in the back we goin' straight to the Rochambeaux In the hotel I'm bout to rock her World Then I pulled down her pants and then I smelled a fuckin' smell I said you not burnin' me like the Devil in Hell Yo I'll go again with my last story to tell, but first...
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[3rd Verse-Tec-9]
Now I left the stupid bitch in the Rochambeaux Blew another big weed and easily crept out the door Then I jumped on my bike because I'm on the move again Runnin' boku game on hoes as if I need a girlfriend It is hot in this mutha and you thinkin' bout ya mother Sweat drippin' down your face, fuckin' right you need a towel
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Copy to Clipboard: [Tec-9] Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels, Check out my new dance that I call the Eddie Bow Shake your fuckin' hands, then you take a another chance Won't you twerk wit your legs, now you're doin' my dance
Won't you bow for the Melphanine? Won't you bow for the Josephine? Won't you bow for the Calliope? I saw now bow for the Calliope Won't you bow for the Magnolia? Won't you bow for the Magnolia? I was chillin' in a club, niggas on my jock As I watched cruddy hoes pussy pop pop pop I said I'm straight out the third and I don't give a fuck Now let me hit'cha from the back and get my fuckin' dick sucked All you got to do, is keep on some fresh gear Them hoes'll sweat a nigga like cheerleaders on a fuckin' field Gimme a beat, and throw the Bally's on your feet And forget about the people for the Polo you see? Who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse-Lil Ya]
And I'ma teach not to ever try to battle me I fucked with this one nickel nigga up on Eagle Street Cuz I'ma talk about the hoes who like to ride that dick They talkin' shit about they want they fuckin' hair fixed And runnin' game, is boku weed I got to talk about them talk about them bald head freaks Bitch I'm a donkey, ride I just don't care I keep on kickin' it bout them hoes with the real short hair Now who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels Won't you bow for a nigga that keeps it live? Won't you bow for my boys off Second and Drive? Won't you bow for Fourth street? Won't you bow for Sixth street? I said now bow for Willow street Won't you bow for Eagle street? I was doin' about sixty on my candy apple lady Lee I met a hoe that they call Kiki Cruisin' down the ave. when I met this hoe I said get in the back we goin' straight to the Rochambeaux In the hotel I'm bout to rock her World Then I pulled down her pants and then I smelled a fuckin' smell I said you not burnin' me like the Devil in Hell Yo I'll go again with my last story to tell, but first...
[chorus]
[3rd Verse-Tec-9]
Now I left the stupid bitch in the Rochambeaux Blew another big weed and easily crept out the door Then I jumped on my bike because I'm on the move again Runnin' boku game on hoes as if I need a girlfriend It is hot in this mutha and you thinkin' bout ya mother Sweat drippin' down your face, fuckin' right you need a towel
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