Philly's Most Wanted - Philly Celebrities lyrics

[Mr. Man] Uhh [b**bonic] Yeah, Its what I like Uh huh, yeah yeah [Mr. Man] Queue me dawg [b**bonic] Yeah, Most wanted baby [Mr. Man] Yo, See I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000 (And) Buy the mall out while you n***as there browsing In the latest six coupe, a 120,000 Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin' We gonna make changes listening to Phyllis Hyman Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds Mr. f** hoes and put down the bricks Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris' Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6 Man I never been broke I kept money to count Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce A milli-on motherf**ers, it's how the word's pronounced I keep my bank account, the banks amount My n***as play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly Bonic iceman and of course I'm all frosty [Chorus: b**bonic] Look here we Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars Don't worry 'bout it n***a, you know who we are You see my damn house, you see my damn car Don't worry 'bout it n***a, you know who we are We Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars Don't worry 'bout it b**h, you know who we are You see my damn chain, you see my damn car Don't worry 'bout it b**h, you know who we are [b**bonic] Boo a clothesline n***a, I wear myself I wish somebody spit hot And I'm sick of hearing myself I talk big sh**, how I only f** with big chicks With big tits, big hips and all that slick sh** Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six Drop they gorgeous b**h, drop they sh** soon as I hop out n***as ain't near me spittin' they game And plenty ho's in tattoo parlors getting my name Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game Snorted out my mind with six b**hes like Rick James Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname SLow up, you want me now cause I'ma blow up Women I +Kast+ 'em +Out+ like "Aquemini" And our roley got two faces like a Gemini T-H-E-B-E-S-T that's me If you better than this then lets see (come on) We, crush, yeah uh huh Y'all n***as know from the doors we aint playin' with y'all [Chorus] [b**bonic] He Mr. how much dough you trying to get [Mr. Man] A 1 with 9 O's n***a plenty of chips [b**bonic] A house so sick you need a shot just to get in [Mr. Man] bu*tery suede color, every chair you sit in [b**bonic] n***a we ball real, ice we got that [Mr. Man] Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that (uhh) [b**bonic] Chain bling all in your face you spot that [Mr. Man] Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that [b**bonic] Mad at me cuz '99 was our summer [Mr. Man] Wildwood Jet ski ride the wave runner [b**bonic] Mad at me cuz its us two housing [Mr. Man] Well you gon' be at mad motherf**er in 2000 [Chorus]