Shyne - Boys Will Be Boys lyrics

Verse 1: Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen? b**hes on my jock 'cause my flow is hot Spot the watch I got filled with rocks you can see from a block When the light hit, strictly fishscale, f** that light sh** Menage out the garage, double pipe sh** Lookin' at her like "Aiyo Ma, I know you likes this" Capital S, capital H, capital Y, capital N, capital E Spit three at his V he survived miraculously k**ed the n***a who was layin' in the pa**engers seat Flow sick, no sh**, roll six Head crack, walk the streets with my chain out for frontin' Blow your brains out for nothin' f** ya'll n***as walkin' 'round like ya'll sayin' somethin' What ya'll know about G4's? SL's with the automatic door Let the automatic pour And k** you n***as who act hard Flee to the Hamps, Atlantic Ocean be my backyard Chorus - Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Verse 2: Flow like what, princess cut, yellow rocks gleam Respect the team Hands tied, close your eyes, picture me rollin' Gangsta literally holdin' Stacks and Macs I got the greyest j**erly n***a, need the plaques to match To feed my Moms and my team sit back relax f**in' with this rap, still I pimp smack f** a b**h gap, show me where them bricks at Pants saggin', spazzin' Gucci, with the double G pattern n***a f** around, put your stomach in your lap'n Seven-thirty, stay dirty, respect the game Got this sh** locked like John T. McLain Get up in that a** like Pamela Lee Shot Clyde, f**ed Bonnie, Thelma, and Louise f** a dream I got a Seventeen shot magazine that materialize everything to cream Chorus 4x Verse 3: Gangsta life, f** a block format Put it down for my n***as who hold Macs Sell bricks and catch cases, reload, spray, shoot Half them them state troops And thats word to Jesus` Fracture bones, crack ya dome We don't flash the chrome, we blast ya gone Nevertheless, sell half wet, measure the rest Sniff a little bit so I can mix pleasure with d**h For my b**hes princess cuts and emerald sets American express, uh, whip it out f** a price b**h, just pick it out Want a little CLK? deep dish it out? On your car phone headed to your b**hes house Pirahda gucci things, Cartier doobie pins You could live, but bet I Indian give f** your friend Take your sh** back and give her the gems Ya'll wear the same size, tell the same lies Got the same c*nt, b**h don't front It's the best, who wan' know? 718 to 90210 Chorus 4x