Testo Should I - Ya Boy
Testo della canzone Should I (Ya Boy), tratta dall'album Street Legend
Finna get into this new one
Featuring my nigga, yeah, my nigga, Kevin Federline
Show you how we do these hoes, man
Yeah, it's your boy, ha
J.R., I gotta admit, man
You a beast on these beats, you dog-lipped bastard
Niggas doing all that hating cause they
Seen me in the magazines with K-Fed
Nigga, my pockets is fat than a motherfucker right now, man
Feel me? Hate on this singing
Baby, you should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
Other niggas hating cause they not like me
You should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
Other niggas hating cause they not like me
It's the freshest of the fresh, the cleanest of the clean
Yeah, it's your boy from the 415
Full throttle on the beam, got the model of my dreams
But I'm still from the hood, so she's swallowing the team
And I ain't even gotta hold the gun
Couple thousand on your brain if I show you're done
First the Lex, then the Benz, here the Rover come
I was born in the money like I'm Oprah's son
I spent thirty on my mouth, fifty on my neck
A hundred on my wrist, and nothing on my bitch
Thought I told you I'm a pimp, therefore I take trips
Went from the UK to Spain just like this
Went from Asia to the Himalayas all on the bitch
I'm the black Boston George with a little hood twist
Had it popping from city to city, sipping on Cris
And they all say they never met a player like this
Baby, you should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
Other niggas hating cause they not like me
You should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
Other niggas hating cause they not like me
I'm the pimp in the corner that's popping my collar
Watching these bitches work hard for they dollars
It could be easy if you just come please me
I'm Kevin Federline, the one to get you freaky
Have you up in the morning moving like a slinky
So damn rich I put a hundred on my pinky
I think soft, move fast, and bite hard
K-Fed, I leave you wetter than a lifeguard
Roll the block in the Viper V10
With some chromed out stocky 22 inch rims
The way they hug the ride like a pair of platinum Timbs
Screams like a hog, but moves like a Benz
Grab your girl, jump in, baby, we gotta go
I know you never fucked with a player like me before
Evisu jeans and some icy whites
K-Federline, I'mma be your boss for life
Baby, you should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
America keep hating cause they not like me
You should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
America keep hating cause they not like me
Fresh off the jet, hopped in the coupe
Engine in the trunk and the hood got a scoop
I floss more cause I'm a boss, bro
Now I'm in the country club working on my golf stroke
Believe none of what you read, half of what you see
You could catch me overseas smashing SUVs
On the TV screen spending plenty green
And I'm nowhere as rich as I'm finna be, I'm the G
The lifestyles of the rich and famous
Living dangerous, black 22s on the Vanquish
Money in my pockets, whores on my doorstep
Pulling up in luxury whips you can't afford yet
Mandalay Bay, five Gs on the crap game
Life was boring so I jumped in the rap game
And your wifey's still on my tip
Pay her no mind, I just told the bitch this
Baby, you should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
Other niggas hating cause they not like me
You should come fuck with a player like me
In Evisu jeans and a fresh white tee
Who you know that could lay it like me?
Other niggas hating cause they not like me
Okay, I'm back
Nigga, this is Phat Rat, nigga
'Case you forgot, nigga
That was my nephew, your boy, nigga
K-Federale, nigga
Wish a nigga would on that bullshit, nigga
Sellout nigga
We gon' keep it R-E-A-L, nigga
Real, nigga, 'til the end, nigga
'Til the blood puddles on the floor, nigga
That bullshit, nigga, 'cause niggas getting these Starbucks, nigga
I'm a motherfucking Republican, nigga
And I dare a nigga to say something, nigga
Keep it street, nigga
From Compton to Malibu to the Bay the next morning, nigga
From the block to the real Wall Street to the black Wall Street, nigga
'Cause a nigga getting this money, nigga, gotta be selling out, nigga
Nigga, only fuck with the real, nigga
If you see a nigga fucking with me
Nigga, you looking at the real, nigga
Test my motherfucking G card, nigga
Find out where I come from and what I do, nigga
That bullshit, nigga
It's Malibu, nigga
M-L-O, nigga
I said it, nigga
And Compton, nigga
The Bay, Fillmore
I wish a nigga would, man
Get me up out this booth 'fore I have to tear something up
And go through this motherfucking mic on somebody
That bullshit, nigga
Blap, wait, wait, wait
The Black Wall Street, nigga
Bitch ass niggas
Real banger
Bust 'em in they motherfucking head if they move again, nigga
Watch 'em, watch 'em, watch 'em
Now I'm singing, nigga
Say something to me, nigga
La-di-da, la-di-da
I'm singing, nigga
Say something to me
La-di-da, la-di-da
You old ho ass niggas
I'm outta here, nigga
W-W-W, nigga
Your-Boy-Music.com, nigga
Come check it out, nigga
W-W-W-The-Black-Wall-Street-dot-com
W-W-W-The-Real-Black-Wall-Street-dot-com
I told you we everywhere, nigga
K-Federale, I see you, my nigga
W-W-W-Kevin-Federline-dot-com, nigga
J.R., you busta breath motherfucker
You's a monster on these beats, nigga
I see you, nigga
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Writer(s): Samuel Barnes, Charmelle Cofield, Jean Claude Oliver
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