St. Lunatics - Here We Come lyrics
[St. Lunatics - Here We Come lyrics]
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph
They with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we
Gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though?
Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?
(here we come) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er you) Baby girl, uhh uhh
You know I, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a
Still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy
(Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout
Her twin sister Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when
I break in the zone so if it's on it's on
Shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what
I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an MD but I'm always on call
And I got a stick for
Ya guaranteed not to stall so
(here we come) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er you) Baby girl, uhh uhh
Cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey!
(here we come)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
(all ov-er you)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
I'm like a New Edition y'all
Not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny
Instead it rain tonight
Is this the end? Damn right I
Turn out like Ike until Vanessa Del Rio like
Over Bryan McKnight said OH NO
Babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that demo oh +I+ can
Tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight cause
I'm the one they women like
He think he tight
He think he got more game then spike lee
Running through his veins like an IV
Highspeed
Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D
Better catch me now while my price is low
Demandin five digit's when the Lunatics blow
Another zero for a show, just
To let you niggas know, now what?
You see me and my niggas only
Come out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that
When she with you she not speakin
But she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
About a nigga
(oooh) even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you
Only in the winter my pockets gettin fatter
Your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor
Nelly stop don't leave
Don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I ain't
Even bought her dinner
I, started the game on
The bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game
You still waitin to enter
I ain't gotta hear the buzzer boy
I know who the winner, come on
Here we come y'all, here we come
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph
They with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we
Gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though?
Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?
(here we come) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er you) Baby girl, uhh uhh
You know I, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a
Still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy
(Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout
Her twin sister Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when
I break in the zone so if it's on it's on
Shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what
I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an MD but I'm always on call
And I got a stick for
Ya guaranteed not to stall so
(here we come) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er you) Baby girl, uhh uhh
Cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey!
(here we come)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
(all ov-er you)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
I'm like a New Edition y'all
Not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny
Instead it rain tonight
Is this the end? Damn right I
Turn out like Ike until Vanessa Del Rio like
Over Bryan McKnight said OH NO
Babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that demo oh +I+ can
Tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight cause
I'm the one they women like
He think he tight
He think he got more game then spike lee
Running through his veins like an IV
Highspeed
Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D
Better catch me now while my price is low
Demandin five digit's when the Lunatics blow
Another zero for a show, just
To let you niggas know, now what?
You see me and my niggas only
Come out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that
When she with you she not speakin
But she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
About a nigga
(oooh) even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you
Only in the winter my pockets gettin fatter
Your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor
Nelly stop don't leave
Don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I ain't
Even bought her dinner
I, started the game on
The bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game
You still waitin to enter
I ain't gotta hear the buzzer boy
I know who the winner, come on
Here we come y'all, here we come