Az - You Know lyrics

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Az - You Know lyrics

[Intro:] Whoo-OOOOH! (Yeahhh-ahhhh) Yeah (dah dah dah) gotta have some fun now (Gotta have some fun) This is that hypnotic [Chorus: Rell] You know, that I know That his flow, is so-so And I ain't sayin I'm a player But I'm a man with mo' cla** And I ain't tryin to be no hater But he ain't got no cash [AZ:] You know he hustle, so he's trouble All he see is he can free f** you, feed you junk food It's just that kiddie sh** that punks do, the one two Down at the hotel they humped and dumped you Minors I know well, you somethin to run through Vagina is wholesale, ain't nothin but young dudes Bottle here, bottle over there Lou bracelet, bings and things bling in they ear but stare Boys footwear, jeans hundred a pair With me, that's not a person you really wanna compare Came from it, stunt it, done it for years Drained from it, got a stomach from there I do better, investin a little cheddar And on linen resortin in swimming pool weather So come with me, have some fun with me So I can let more than just the sun hit me [Chorus] [AZ:] Large the minimum, spar with Rakim and them The God, in jailyards, I'm way larger than Eminem Love to the East coast, cop the 12 with the seats coached Keep close, there's more to it than just a mink coat So act right and move up the list And if you eatin red meat, switch up to fish Your jeans got nice fit, your a** the right width All you need is a villa, Marquis and the white six And that can happen 'fore the month is out I can see you up in Manhattan, jumpin out Tits is perked and your cake is fat The Ace is back, and haters need to face the facts There's no snow but Santa is near The hammers is here, the princess and the band is clear You been around but no one like me A John Singleton, young Spike Lee, I'll make ya famous [Chorus] [AZ:] So it's now or never, let's pow wow, whatever Beach house, eat out, fly down together Either that or I leave now if it's better Why beat around the lecture be the clown that sweats ya I'm just tryin to hear the sounds selector Have you lounge with Dexter, get from 'round them stressers Here's your chance to Aladdin on the lamp Loser or the champ the Franklins or the food stamps Talk to me [Chorus]