Mad One - Just Because lyrics

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Mad One - Just Because lyrics

[Verse 1] (Mad One): Its a Limousine full of smoke - smoking big baby Going off the Hennessey and Coke - drinking big baby She don't belong Rollin' on chrome International players on the microphone Asi es, y no para So calle de la muerca Y no mendidas nada Me gusta como bailar En es samias desmerada strailas [Verse 2] (Jay Tee): Ah, she gone up and she like goes to But still I put it up like I'm posed to I f** with sqaws let you squares cleed'n get close to I got that one that cheerleads for the Raiders She love the way I walk my 3000$ alligators My pimp Pat, the marvell Cane The pinky greens and the platinum chains She said she always wanna do it on the danceflo' I took a shyders and gin and told her get up out your pants ho' [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Baby Beesh): Now who said westcoast-rap was dead? Squares never recognized they my birthday had Couse I don't get jiggy I dont holla Shorty Grew up on Too $hort, Ice Cube and E-40 One live one luv Goin' out for dub Cutt'n up a little rug Carshow, to the club Westside gettin' hotter Scarlight been scutter Sellin' mo' rocks then off a cook damn bu*ter [Verse 4] (Frost): Enough wid man When you gon' see that Man, couse I hustle when I always make G stacks We sais, that I ain't stitchy with it I spit the bally of the cuff, fill it up and let the homies hit it Man, you can hit it if you want to Hennessy and coke so got me actin' a fool I'm on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me I get you to the gus and you can strip for me [Chorus] [Verse 5] (Mr. G): Hit the club Telly shots of Tequila With my mija Shake her pocita And her falquita Lo que bonita My taffest chica down with the clicka Mira, mira baby! I like your steelo Mine just free'oh Keep it on the teelo When I hit it You know I k**ed it You know you paid for the chillin' But you just won't admit it [Verse 6] (Cisco): I'm a 100%er 2 G's representer Cold as the winter From the moment I inner I'm full throttle Bright to die Thats my motto in the fast lane Drinking champaign out the bottle Thug style on the danceflo' pop my colla' Bump and grind With the fine little s**y mama Tellin' me daily let's go home you know Sup, I don't wanna dance no mo' I just wanna f** [Chorus]