Mister Ka on the beat, third verse is open ya'll
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tyson gurleyen
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Lyrics
verse 1
put it on the floor, let your car start roar
keep it going, till you baby begging for some more
hit the gas, watch throttle start to shake
if you look a lil closer you can see it start to ache
baby baby baby, please no more pleasure
it aint stormy enough to join in this weather
thats what she say now but when you get home
its whole different game, your her own lil hoe
aint nuttin wrong wit that, but damn its hard
cleaning, washing, and for wat, its a car
treating it just like a real lady should be treated
the reverance you have is like you signed a treaty
being forced to a slave, aint that breaking da law
its ironic, you bought her, and now you the whore
keep her up to date or you'll lose the bitch
remember this one of her friends is bound to be a snitch
chorus *2
go hard or go
home thats the only path she knows
ride it with style
if you wanna keep her ass around
ride by constant
ly and keep it street
keep her on her
toes, and soon you'll know
verse 2
red like the devil, and grills to burn
hotter than a 3rd degree burn you'll learn
she moves so fast, but you don't see the drift
got me asking was she born supermans kid
so seductive is the way she moves
its second nature, learnt it from school
she's the type that plays it hard to get
tries to resist whilst her pants getting wet
moving slow man fighting for her dance
single line with a woody in they pants
bouncers working overtime taming the crowd
got they batons and tazers out, things really wild
the scene in the club is catastrophic
people fliying everyone you cant stop it
not even ben stiller and the three fake heroes
or captain amazing have an ultimatum, its zero