Infa-Red - Gonna Be Sumthin' lyrics

[Infrared] Ruff Ryders, next generation, I.N.C. the empire If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead With a truck full of birds feedin them bread And before y'all bet just noticed that (uh-huh) I treat dice games like football; I pop n***as and don't give 'em a quarter back And then I'm spendin that in the store where the linen at Same night in the club where the Cris' and the women at Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh "Stop, make a right at the bar" - to all the C.E.O.'s it's ten o'clock Do you know where your artists are? Dee, I'm in the club smellin like Cristal cologne Dial Star-8-2 before you call my phone A little boy in a grown man's world But as a little boy I could f** a grown man's girl And if I bust in your mother then you become my enemy Get it? .. Enemy? Uhh [Chorus: Aja + Infrared] Ladies is jumpin, n***as is thumpin Bottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethin Cause I don't care if my ladies in here And you know, I don't care if your n***as in here, uhh Ladies is jumpin, n***as is thumpin Bottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethin It's gon' be somethin - cause I don't care if my ladies in here Cause you know, I don't care if your n***as in here, whooooo! [Cross] Let's get sh** poppin Ladies, call me Cross cause I hit the spottin And I, stay fresh cause they take me shoppin We can en-joy life (uh-huh) as the cash spends Flash Bent's (uh-huh) fast Benz (whoooo!) You and me Ma, your man's past-tense (let's go) And I'ma wait to put the baby asleep Cause you know, I'ma hit you while your baby asleep Whooooo! To say this a creep, after I nuttin b**h, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin for nuttin I mastered frontin, f** hockey, I got olympic ice Rock's the size of olympic lights, uhh [Chorus] [Infrared + Cross] They call me dick 'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'em They call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin above me You know, a house is not a house unless there's four drive-ways While I be in the club pourin Cris' sideways And I'm standin outside to wipe out your team And come to your funeral and pour out casket cream Yeaaaah - I said slow down honey I'm bout to wrap you up in j**els like Egyptian mummies Cause when I.N.C. die they puttin our face on money Ain't that funny? Y'all haters move and get stoled on You know we keep k**ers under the wing like roll-on You ain't never seen nothin like this before Y'all been gettin straight cook up n***a, we straight raw And if you did, you lyin to yourself for these past days We like Big, we get more bu*ts than ashtrays n***a Uhh.. [Chorus] - repeat 2X