The Barclay James Harvest

The Barclay James Harvest - One Hundred Thousand Smiles Out lyrics

It's scary, I'm Miss Up's to da area

So So Def, next to Jay D

This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy

My mentality happen to be livin' lavish

With formalities of having the fat shit

My status is impeccable

We wreckin' yo crew, the casualty is you

Jagged Edge coming through

Remember who

Hit it, did it something like a thousand times

Can't stop, can't quit

Gotta, gotta get mine

Get yours

I catch you off guard

Keep yo dick hard

Follow the yellow bitch

To the road to riches

And if the smoke thickens

It's to be the beat

Or it detrimental to your brain

Choakin' off Mary Jane

A.T. lettin' it ill, say 'kay

And kept it wetter than Niagra

The main dame who maintain to stay platinum, yeah, aww

We talking, me touchin you and your body

We even talkin' 'bout you and your other guys

I like it when you tell me what you'd do if I was with you

I like it cuz you have nothin' to hide

[1] - The way that you talk to me

The things that you say to me

You got my body girl

Have your way with me

I'm tellin' you now

There's something about

Girl, I can't live without

The way you talk to me

We talking 'bout dreams you have about you and I

You tell me things I did to you once I got up inside

You make me look forward to the future

Wanna have a wife and kid

Cuz all the time that I been gettin' around

I never felt like this, yeah

I know you know baby, how much I love you

I love you, you love me, and I know

Baby, I know, whoa, yeah, whoa

When I call yo name

It's all about the poom poom nanny nanny

And mo' money

With me pink bunny and the G

You just in the D J.E. era

Chromed out carreras

Sex, boozin', and nonstop I flow watch out

Gimme some chrystal, a sip or so

You can send 'em all back

The type that walk up in the club screamin'

Where the ho's at

Tracks stay steaming, keep your floors packed

Diamonds stay gleeming and you're no match

For me and my faculty

Actually all y'all are whacked to me

Send me some some true playa's, with true rank

Don't give a damn what you think

Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby

You dress jiggy, body bomdigi

Then it's a possiblity that you and I can get busy

What chu wanna do, shit

I got a pocket full of rubbers, and Jay D. do too

[Repeat 1]

Make you scream Papa

You the best da da

[Repeat until fade]

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