YEH RAASTE HAIN PYAAR KE movie - Jo Pyaar Karta Hai lyrics
Damn niggawhat’s wrong wit you
[ras kass]
(I reign) I reign more cop than johnny
Sippin’ tanquery with o.j.
Sportin’ bruno mali
Not guilty but filthy
Smellin’ like chritstian dior
Infiniti qx4gimme yours
Of coursesinnin
Swimmin’ in the abdomen of pretty women
Love to love yalike timbaland
When in the endin
Like three strikes in the ninth inning
I rock satin boxerscotton socks and denim
The game he kickspecial teams couldn’t return
Got you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra-permtoss it up like a geyser
Sosakoshernostralike keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats
Who keep their hair and nails done
And they legs waxed
I peep thatyou got a manbut you want a homie
Love a friendmy sentiments exactly
Get at me
Chorus [karida johnson]
I like your stylecan we kick itoh wow
Babyso you can get at me
[ras kass] I got no gameit’s just the women understand my story
I got a manbut we can still be friends
So you can get at mebabybaby-baybaby
Verse two
Some things make you happy just to be alive
Like seeing toni braxton naked on the cover of the vibe
Drivelike hitting two-twenty-five
In the pin with no spot
I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
Never brought sand to the beach
Cause these streets is baywatch (true)
You know how we do
Satin lingerie I see through
Now she barely even kiss you
Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)
Your chicken-head wife was poultry
Undersexed and sultry
That’s the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
I swearwomens love from bel-air to welfare
Chalkin’ up these frequent flyer miles on con-air
Her momma shoulda named her casino
She got the liquor in the front
Poke her in the rear
Chorus
Verse three
You know my steez though
Dark skin and creoleI’m ’bout it
Just without the master p dough
But see thoughmy tax bracket decent and increasin
Make no mistake
You cant get a slice if you don’t bake the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex-bitch transport brick
For twenty percent - commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While I’m blowin up your dress like marilyn monroe
For showat my girl partyflowin
But I think she caught me like a nazi
Now I’m servin’she got me under surveilence
Like john gottinow I’m signin’ on the low
Actin’ straight illuminati
Don’t get madI’m only being honest
It’s clarence thomas (fuck you ras)
You promise
Then freak meslightly below the hips
And blow me a kiss with your pussy lips
Get at me
Chorus
Get at me
