Текст песни Royce Da 5`9`` - She`s The One (featuring Tre Little)
Royce Da 5`9`` - She`s The One (featuring Tre Little) слова песни
[Royce]AssholeAny nigga wit guns, we got guns tooMore heated, ready to outgun youIt`s too late I already outgunned youYou was around, you know the outcome tooLet`s play, lemme show you what Game isHeartbreak, I`m showin` you what pain isPlease, I`m reppin` a `d` homeboyWhere your guns, you steppin` to me homeboyRoyce five-nine`s the name, niggaz knowAnd niggaz know, dealin` wit me niggaz knowAiiyo toots, how you get here, you wanna rideI got a five in Southside, you wanna driveBeside, I ain`t got no five, you gold-diggerYou wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old niggaI got money, I`m just here to bug you girlCan`t get none, but you know I love you girl[Hook] [Royce]She the one that wanna (Whoop, whoop)Sayin` at the same time what I won`t doAnd every day I say I want you (To jump off)Where you come through, for me (I don`t know)And if you come would you (Whoop, whoop)How you gon` tell me that you want to (Want to)And then tell me what you won`t do (Won`t do)Why you gonna lie to me (I don`t know)[Tre` Little]What up girl, wit you an` your ugly friendShe a two, you like sun times tenAnyway I heard you when you did the (Whoop, whoop)Chicken call (Cluck, cluck), snatchin` up mensTell what what you want, baby daddy got thatGotta get it this week while there`s no sales tax (Awwwww)You can`t detect sarcasm, me I detect a freak who like orgasms (Uhhhhh)Tre I hold you down matter fact I`ll be a blast to pin yo ass down (Damn, damn)Tell your friends I`m still in your earShe actin` like your pet, what you trained her this yearTramp wit a pissy attitude, say I grind food, and I bet she be coolAll she want is attention, lemme give her someTake this big face, get a cab, take yo ass home (Least he gave you a hundred)I wasn`t that rude, this ain`t Outkast, me and youYo mama, and yo cousin too, I`m tryin` to keep it simpleI`m tryin` to fuck you, c`mon[Hook][Royce]Okay, you want money, I want sexWe can both, take it or leave it, it makes us evenWe like those freak hoes that like our styleClean up that pole, go upside downUs cuttin` the chains, it`s just easyI call you mama, you breast feed meWait, your tummy hurts (Oh), you feelin` betterYou can blow, like the Neptunes, after the Jigga recordMe and my nigga Tre can tag team youGrab our two-ways and both beam youWe can take you out, but your friends talkin` for yaOh, I`m sorry, you hungry, we got some sausage for yaAll it needs is a bun, and you can see it get pumpedExtra special sauce, now eat it for lunchSize ten is the dick and the heat is the pumpOh I see what you want, she so indecisive, cuz...[Hook x2]