L.T. Hutton - International lyrics

[Verse One: 2Pac] Eternally thug n***a Hilfiger, made by Tommy So when I speak hope to reach my boricua mammies Oh come to poppy I love it when it's wet and sloppy In and out the mouth piece Until I cum no one can stop me My bump and grind'll do ya' every time Come get a blast of this thug pa**ion It'll blow ya' mind Hey Throw up your legs, rap them sh**s around my back It's a Westside thing f**ing hoes around the map Walking down 125 while I'm peeping out hotties And they Seduce my Jimmie I'll be screaming give me body Make 'em all scream my name out Give me my props and don't you Love how this thug n***a beat up the co*k I'm at the weekend parade I'm watching caramel b**hes play Get with real n***as bull sh** will never get you paid This is the dream of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a dirty crack fiend Now come on [Hook] (Hey girl) I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor (Hey girl) By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more (Oh girl) Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do (Hey girl) Girl tonight you can be International [Verse Two: Nipsey Hustle] Ok, look, check it out Nipsey when I pull up to the club On them chrome things I'm crispy Shining from my wrist to my gold chain Everywhere I go I keep the hood I never change If it ain't up on my lap Got it stashed in the Range Bang, bang I'm getting bread on the proper Private jet anywhere I tell him he go fly to My respect had these girls saying Daddy I do Anything you ask get it cracking when I slide through As God as my witness, right hand on the bible In Tokyo honey turned it up Hottie got ?? stroked for show Now up in Atlanta in the strip club She thick Cuz took me to the stop, where the crib was Went full throttle got cracking I ain't bashed yet From the kitchen to the counter top, in the bathroom Flips mo', trips mo' stamps on my pa**port Told her drop me off at Heartsville I'm international [Hook] (Ohhh) (Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli LT Hutton, Nipsey) (Ohh, International) [Verse Three: Young Dre] It's Mr. Hoodnational Rider with the pa**port Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport With two bottle's of Moet and a bottle of Port Can we, get something popping Cause tomorrow got court So of course I'm ready to get it Feel it going down right now Hopped in the whip Popped the bottle in a blood right now Get it out of it about 50 seconds later The party right now We celebrating Makaveli - 2Pacalypse NOW's Escape through the front though they ?Chewed? up on tippy toes Cruising up to get the door If you lose a chick then let her go She done chose it's over bro Look around it's Harleyville Dimes in high heels came from Japan To New York to Cali to chill They choosing for real with no grill in my dental Peep, my swagger tremendous make moves monumental It was me, three mammies, E-40 and 'Pac ? rounds after party it just don't stop (Hey girl) (Ooh, riders) I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor (Hey girl) By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more (Oh girl) Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do (Hey girl) Girl tonight you can be...International (Ooh, rider's)