Up 2 No Good
Title | Up 2 No Good |
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Artist | Arabian Prince |
Album | Where’s My Bytches |
Release Date | 1993 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Microphone check one Microphone check two Microphone check three Rab's in the house, won't you give it to me? [Verse 1: Arabian Prince] Back for the B.I.G., the osse [?] You got a bitch in the cup, well fill it up Yup, if you leave for too long, she's gone, she's mine Smacking that ass, and im'ma save it for the next time I get horny, get hard, I wanna get off Tagging that bitch, until she feels that she's gotten tossed Don't run to ask, I'll make the mind when I'm talking If you ain't down with my crew, keep walking Lyrical mind comes equipped as a hit-boom And you gotta do is flip the switch, baby doll Nothing ever changed in the mind of the old school The new school rollin' the dice, sit yourself, fool Waddup, waddup, what's up, you wanna be crew Down with the Underworld, down with the doo-wa-ditties I don't pities, if you can freak a-freak a hoochie I got some with me, you wanna check her? [Chorus: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the 40s in the cooler that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the hoochies in the back that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the bird in the sack that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Freaks in the back up to no good [Bridge: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Microphone check one Microphone check two Microphone check three Side Show's in the house, won't you give it to me? [Verse 2: Side Show] Boo-yaw y'all, boo-yaw, here I come, so I really comes correct you, if you wanna know Wrecking a mic with fitness, kickin' it is my business I'll let you know slow, no reason to miss this Gangsta peaks in lyrics, because I likes that .380 in the glove to watch your back 'Cause if you don't, you go down, man With a frown, man, to the ground, man Uh, warn ya once, but I don't warn ya twice I'll pull in fast, a lost faster than a minute rice But I'm used to being cool You're cool with me, fool, I'm cool with you Yo, but it don't seem to work with my boys in blue They like to jack you, till you're black and blue But I'm real tired of that, so I'm stalkin' Want to get in his back, and do [?] You might also like[Chorus: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the 40s in the cooler that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the hoochies in the back that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the bird in the sack that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Freaks in the back up to no good [Bridge: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Microphone check one Microphone check two Microphone check three Rab's in the house, gimme Verse 3 [Verse 3: Arabian Prince] Up to no good, I'm on a mission And if you like big booty women, well I got some competition For ya, hoes is hoes and freaks is freaks I got them shaking their rump, booties that'll make your knees weak I'm always thinkin' about the bozak Smack it up, smack it up, yo I'm ready to attack Anything in a skirt with a cute face I don't care about race Give it up, y'all! [Outro: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Chill with me, chill with me (with me) Bozak (oh), yea-hey, bozak, yeah Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey... Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey... Ow, di-di-di, di-di-di, di-di-di... Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey... Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey... On, and on, and on, and on... [Chorus: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown] Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the 40s in the cooler that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the hoochies in the back that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Got the bird in the sack that'll make you feel good Chill with me, and we'll make it understood Freaks in the back up to no good |