MR. 3-2 - Stay Down lyrics

(feat. Sincere)

[Mr. 3-2:]

Mi casa su casa, with the big ol' mobster

Baby you can call me papa, sipping drank eating lobster

What ya got on your mind, baby tell me what's the deal

Let's take a Carribean cruise, and just chill

On the realer baby, we can go to the other side of the world

White sands with boonita, mueres my black pearl

Boonapalist my main thang, that stay tight and wet

Mami let your hair down, when we flossing in the dropper Vet

It really don't matter to me, we could do it

Bring your girls along, so we could menage off the tooter

I'm foolish and freaky, suave and smooth

Mr. 3-2, block guy playa made dude

Don't mean to intrude, I know you liking what you see

Breaking up happy homes, I got these broads choosing me

Two or three every night, at the same time

When they floss with the Boss, you know it go down

[Hook: x2]

What's the deal baby, tell me what's on your mind

We gon both shine, long as you stay down

Huh just stay down, if you true keep it real

Let me know what's really hap'ning, and how you really feel

[Sincere:]

Go on sip some paradise, Paradise after a long week

You and me baby, too nasty it's so lovely

Got on my T gone, let's get the top low with B-O

Put it on my card, no disturbing try to keep the noise low

Patiently in the Carribean, put the flavor in the room

Steam up and saute, and then break up our tune

Releasing tensions from my joints, and let's relax a while

Fly to Kingston, and get some of that chocolate pie

Ain't no ghetto then not relating, with your senorita

When you riding dirty, the evidence you leave behind I'll beam it

Break niggaz into pieces, in a force to their people

It's me and you, we'll ride until the sun set nina

Need a quick you need, I'll be the bone to back ya

Be your bulletproof, when situations try to cap ya

Like undergrounds with a bar code, can't nobody scan

So what we out together, is too strong to comprehend

[Hook x2]

[Mr. 3-2:]

Call me Fats Domino, cause I shake and break a hoe

Quicker than you could black your eye, with a papa do'

And no payroll, fat daddy gotta have it

Mr. 3-2, bringing my stock up stacking cabbage

A savage gorilla, cold blooded killer

I never did a murder, but I will pull the trigger

On the realer, I'm all in your face for the new Milen'

But Street Game bring the change, and I'm all out to win

[Hook x2]