Royce Da 5'9" - She'S The One (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Slim Shady

Asshole

Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too

More heated, ready to outgun you

It's too late I already outgunned you

You was around, you know the outcome too

Let's play, lemme show you what Game is

Heartbreak, I'm showin' you what pain is

Please, I'm reppin' a 'd' homeboy

Where your guns, you steppin' to me homeboy

Royce five-nine's the name, niggaz know

And niggaz know, dealin' wit me niggaz know

Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride

I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive

Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger

You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga

I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl

Can't get none, but you know I love you girl

yo

She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh

Same one that ain't really got shit, huh

She want her hair done, then get her nails done

Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh

She the one that ain't really got shit, huh

The little bitch that really aint got tits, huh

Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced,

Wouldn't dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants

Anybody wit knives, we got knives too

More sharp, and ready to outslice you

About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you

And what's inside is coming outside you

Get me drunk, and I'll drink anything you can think

Wattup Miss. Bitch

(Yo what's up with the ring, you married?)

Shit, I'm still mingling, bitch

I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger that's it

Wattup with you, you married?

(Naww, I'm divorced)

Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore

(Trailer? I don't live in no trailer. I live in a mobilization unit, for your information)

Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck?

Hold still, so i don't use birth control pills slut

Fuck, pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out

A years and a half old body, deranged baby fall out

And I ain't stayin to pay no child support

Are you playin? Be a man- bitch what you sayin?

You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm free

You want me to make this half-nelson a full?

Wattup boo, this is for you and your girlfriend

You bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl Flynt

Assholes get guns and flashed those

Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those

Hi, my name is...

Royce

I'm the king

Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything

Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it yours?

I guess so, got a reciept- paid for

Got anymore lipstick? I'm sick of red

Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head

I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out

Things about you to tell about, mellow out

I'm the one that be makin the clubs say "What"

Gettin love, and making the club say "What"

Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick

Any sauce that got hits, not this

yo

Any nigga wit guts, we got guts too

More than crazy, only want to outdo you

Damn, too late, we going after you

Go get more niggaz, you gonna need more than two

Project Paki, here to rep the east, New Jersey- I'mma rep my streets

Militainment- we soldiers y'all

Me, Slim, and Royce got you cornered y'all

The only niggaz you see on World's Wildest Police Chases

Niggaz that go wild only during court cases

Bitches go wild when they see us cum on they faces

We never discriminate, we fuck all races

She the one that I got love for

Money she won't get, I assure

She the one that think she hot

Damn, have you seen her, she is hot

High maintanence- that's her style

God I can't her out my mind, when she smile

But ain't no need to worry bout nothin

I got ten girls like her, I ain't frontin

The only thing i buy is some good clothes for her, cuz them shit is tacky

Royce got me on this, remember the name- Project Paki

so yo

You tramp

Why you still listenin?

Don't you see, I'm dissing you

Fade me out, why would you ever play me out?

I'm cool

What do yall want from me?