Rick Rock - Into What You Say lyrics

You know I never had time for the he say, she say Cats talk greasy I put 'em on the three way Coupes keep coming, lookin like a relay Don't catch it now, get it on the replay I'm M.I.A., with some kid named Enrique Don't pump weight, don't see the D.A What you hear now is definitely not a cliche I ball so much, I be sold on eBay People thinkin 'How I'm posed to love 'em?' They hate whats great and I know some of 'em Since 12 years old they had a poster of him Kids cry, you don't get 'em close to hug 'em And this right here is my retro flow The price of the air gotta let ya'll go Five guys arise when I step to the flo' Phantom style, push a bu*ton, open the do' If you rule it and you know it And you ain't afraid to show it Put yo hands in the air And say oh yeaaah And if you loaded and you know it And you ain't afraid to show it Put yo drink up in the air (put 'em up) And say oh yeaaah (put 'em up) I'm into what you say (I'm in, I'm in) I'm into what you say (Let's work, Tell me what you say) I'm into what you say (I'm in, I'm in) I'm into what you say (Let's work, Tell me what you say) Now how did I get so pop-a-lar The people watchin with bi-noc-a-lars Even when I'm eatin at the lobster bar I come out cops wanna stop my car I move quick, I can't lollygag Jewels thick, it make my body drag I'm not just a star from the hood But money like this, god, gotta be good Friends platonic, cars exotic You name it, you know I got it Flow so melodic, sorta hypnotic You ain't gotta question, 'Do the kid got it?' Gimme another topic, get low, wrist glow You could even see it from the 25th row V.A. to San Francisco, they married to this flow Keep the disco poppin like crisco Hook (x1) It's the M to the A Crooked letter, ON B to the E to the T-H-A This here knock from the beach to the bay I vend this all way down to Australia You can't come, I'll mail ya - a post card Of the coast guard, for the most part Paint my picture, as clear as Mozart And these cats got no heart Oh my god, why I got to flow so hard? I'm thinkin now I'm hot-hot forever Cruisin' down a drop-drop whatever Cruise down the street in a drop top Carerra These cats here can't stop my cheddar In my former life did more Cris than Aguilera I roll through, people wanna grab my sweater Stole a bomber so I don't fly jets in bad weather Hook (x2)