Lloyd Banks - Strictly 4 My Jeeps (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: LL Cool J & Action Bronson] Queens Better slow down baby One two, one two Better slow down baby Just pulled up to the club on your mother's back [Hook: Action Bronson] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I'm a hero in my home town, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 1: LL Cool J] The ripper, the master, charismatic ba*tard Game is strange like blondes Ramadan fasting Indoor pool look like Uncle Luke's casting Never too old to fly a fake bubble a** in Peep the rhetoric, nobody can better it None of y'all confederates, I'm daddy you're a surrogate Murder these mics boy, felon after the predicate f** what you heard baby, that sh**'s all irrelevant Third as fly or half as intelligent Step on that horse sh** like Hannibal's elephants Watered-down garbage a** rappers prevalent All I wanna know is how the f** y'all sellin' it? [Hook] [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Flushing In front of Queens Center Mall, leg up on the sweatpants Same outfit every country that the jet lands Jetlagged, just left France Stuff a motherf**in' face into a bedpan Shimmy in the GMC Jimmy So I can make a**ists like Mike Bibby Nice titties on a dyke that like swimming Smokin' drug, rollin' dice and white linen 89 Testarossa, will I fit in? The Jeep's so big make you wanna take a sh** in it Your b**h in it, treated her mouth like I was primitive I talk sh** cause I'm livin' it, it's me [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Uh! I'm a mac, she gon' hook a n***a up on the expressway That neck play, thousand diamonds in my x-ray Light the park like when the Mets play Clean as a f** we make a mess, hey, I'm beamin' or no? Twenty bucks, twenty women, spend my evenin' on stuff I get em out on clockwork, hit my sleeve with the cuff They know what's up Young, black, and hungry in the presidential A hundred somethin' dimes, white 11 special Takin' a moment while you're roamin' I set the trap, set back, watch my cologne win Designer logo on my uni while I'm rollin' Crowded pockets in her Louis bag are trojans Banks [Hook]