Shy Glizzy - 1992 lyrics

Geraldo Live on the track yah
Young Jefe, holmes yah, yah, yah

I don't know what to do, yeah
I gave that girl the blues
And baby, if I fuck with you
No way that shit can lose
They really like my style, yeah
They tryna track my moves
Bitch, ain't no callin' foul when
It's really time to shoot
Remember way back, yeah, 1992
My mama fucked my father and
They made a fuckin' fool
Soon as I got some money
Bought some choppers and some jewels
VVSs on my tummy
Your bitch can't get kinda cool

I come from that hill, dawg
And all our niggas killas


You know I'm for real, dawg
I'm no damn pretender
Took her out to the grill, yeah
I ate her after dinner
I'm a big dawg, born in cold-ass December
I won't tell a thang, nah, baby, seal my lips
Cartier rangs, told her, "Baby, make a fist"
Cuban link chains look immaculate
With the fit can't take no mo' fame
But I can take a nigga bitch
She said that pussy sore, I said, "Baby
Is you sure?"
Said, "Nigga come here for?" I'm goin'
At it like a horse
I'm dressed in all Dior when
I'm hoppin' out a Porsche
With that fully-loaded chopper and it
Blow like a torch

I don't know what to do, yeah
I gave that girl the blues
And baby, if I fuck with you
No way that shit can lose
They really like my style, yeah
They tryna track my moves
Bitch, ain't no callin' foul when
It's really time to shoot
Remember way back, yeah, 1992
My mama fucked my father and
They made a fuckin' fool
Soon as I got some money
Bought some choppers and some jewels
VVSs on my tummy
Your bitch can't get kinda cool

She told me I was slick, yeah, baby
Just like Rick girl, I thought you was
Different, nah, bitch, you just a trick
She jumped on the dick, yeah
Knew that shit was thick
We pull out the sticks, bitch, we love to hit
I think I'm goin' the wrong way
I turned down a one-way
It's gon' be a long day
I'm gon' rip the runway
I'm thinkin' with the dollars now
Knew I'd be here someday
Drop it off by Sunday
Bet it be gone by Monday
And that's on everythang, yeah
Everythang I love
Supposed to be your main thang? Well
Why she in my tub?
If you owe me anythang then I'll
Get that shit in blood
That's on everything I love
That's why I don't give a fuck

I don't know what to do, yeah
I gave that girl the blues
And baby, if I fuck with you
No way that shit can lose
They really like my style, yeah
They tryna track my moves
Bitch, ain't no callin' foul when
It's really time to shoot
Remember way back, yeah, 1992
My mama fucked my father and
They made a fuckin' fool
Soon as I got some money
Bought some choppers and some jewels
VVSs on my tummy
Your bitch can't get kinda cool