Cory Mo - Down 4 Mine lyrics

[Intro:] Foreign cars and foreign hoes Foreign hoes, c'mon let's go Yeah man.. talkin' 'bout This my first solo album b**h, I ain't never had one before Yeah, they dropped that other sh** while I was in the penitentiary Know what I'm talkin' 'bout I got out and dropped that comp on they a** and f**ed 'em up, know what I'm saying But hey man you done slipped and slid to another lid, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah you know, uh uh uh uh uh This is a Pimp C starring in The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones A blast from the past [Verse 1:] I stay paid and I like blades Old school cars and loving maze I got hoes and I do shows Getting money and driving Rov's I keep my grind, I don't waste my time Comin' up getting down for mines [Hook:] I'm a f** you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it) I'm a f** you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh) [Verse 2:] Foreign Cars and foreign hoes Gators slippers and mink robes Up my folds, they broke and I got a big bankroll Stand up in yo' b**h and make her touch her toes Make your girl lose her mind when I penetrate from behind Comin' up getting down for mines [Hook:] I'm a f** you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it) I'm a f** you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh) [Verse 3:] Touch yo' liver, hit yo' spine and yo' spleen Yo' p**y get wet when I step on the scene I got Malcolm X and purple leaves Have some coke, na b**h have some weed Dick taste good, ohh wee wee you my kind Marvin say lets get it on Kelly told me to bump and grind [Hook:] I'm a f** you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it) I'm a f** you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh) [Outro:] Hol' up, Smoke somethin' b**h Trademark know what I'm talkin' bout Ohh wee wee, know what I'm sayin', toppa knocka b**h Uh huh I've been inducted to the chuch, Know what I'm saying Mothaf**a Sanctuary, sanctuary Hol' up, Hol' up, yeah motha f**a All you old b**h a** n***as out their buying that old King Johnny Them old cloudy a** diamonds n***a, n***a n***a you come in the room lookin' like Hurricane Katrina just hit n***a Take them big dinner plates off the chain n***a (Take 'em off) Step up yo' game n***a (Step it up) You need some big pointers in yo' watch (b**h) Yeah, every time you n***as need to get big diamonds you go to, uhh, Emmett Know what I'm takin' 'bout, I see you Gave a man, f** Emmett too for that b**h overcharging a n***a Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, give me something for free b**h f**ing hoes don't know how to treat a n***a when he come to the store Eat a dick, I'm out here b**h I ain't buying no more Bentley's mane Them hoes ain't got no good customer service over their mane Man, my sh** be f**ed up, they don't even give a n***a another car to drive Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, so f** them hoes I'm getting live Aye man, I went to the Lamborghini lot (What you did?) Where I got a apple red motherf**er (What color?) [?] n***a, ain't no Lamborghini unless the doors go up Murciélago n***a, however you want to pronounce it b**h Hol' up b**h, dick up in yo' a** b**h Aye, don't cum fast b**h, smashing on the gas b**h Pimping cla** b**h Chuch!