BJ The Chicago Kid - We On lyrics

[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias] Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left Why like me? Your girl been stressed Past dresses motivated bars I bench-pressed Dropping science till the bell rang, shoes had holes so I felt the pain Got played, so I don't play, pockets got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee) Do they hit my line, coming quick and I love it J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up you spine Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; I'll R.I.P. this at instance I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds with sentences in a few days Been a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways And I love the way she move that thing but hey Hands on her hips she lick her lips when she see's me flow She don't know yearned for hype they said no, so I became my own Now what I need is TLC or P&P till I TNT, get high and won't come down Cause they know the sound when I come around From that Rebel Of the Underground Wa**up [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] You must be a fool to think that I ain't on And if you think I ain't on, n***a you must not be on Cause we on (until hook ends)