Lyrics

4/18/2004 10:09 AM ?I Would?
Written By: Poverty ©2004Dawonne D. Jackson (614)778-1925

V.1 Now everybody in da club get tipsy,
Been around the globe to keep ya? muthafuckas dizzy.

Your bitch said I?m fly like a Frisbee,
Took her out for sex now she screamin? that she miss me.

-------Becuz I keeps it off the hizzy,
Keep every track lub up like my name was greasy.

-------Fo? shizzy my nizzy,
T.I. warned you niggas in ?03 to ?Be Easy?.

Cuz I ain?t takin? no shorts, ain?t goin? to court,
We got guns by the ton, all kinds & sorts.

We got it locked like knots when you come to the fort,
Lay down or be down when confronted by G-Force.

Met a mami who said she been dyin? to try me,
She said she went through all types of shit to find me.

---Let her know she had perfect timin?,
On my to the crib cuz I?m through grindin?.

Chorus 2x?s If you wouldn?t I would, mami?s gooder than good,
If you could I know you could she?s kickin? back in the ?hood.

Let it shake ma, Let it drop ma, Let it break ma, Let it pop ma.

V.2 She said she could do the thang well,
Scales of 1 through 10-mami lookin? like a 12.

Tryin? to make this chick moan & yell,
Got her lickin? on da? balls tryin? to rock the bells.

Must be the shape of your ma? why your booty swell,
If you show I won?t tell, I?m feelin you like Braille.

Let it pop, let it drop like your ass fell,
As she gobbles she likes to wobble her tail like gel.

If you tryin? to get rich cop a half a brick,
Or find a studio with tracks & learn how to spit.

Like a crooked cop nigga tryin to bust me a lick,
And lay with broads that got big ole? ass & tits.

When I write in the dark I?m like a MC with Lyte,
And I can shine any day & anytime of night.

Hang loose with my crew like a string on your shoe,
Always spittin? shit that?s sick so they call me the flu.



Chorus 2x?s If you wouldn?t I would, mami?s gooder than good,
If you could I know you could she?s kickin? back in the ?hood.

Let it shake ma, Let it drop ma, Let it break ma, Let it pop ma

V.3 -------Everyday is game day,
Pick up the mic get out & go play.

-------I?m from around the way,
Columbus, Ohio where my crew get cake.

Won?t hesitate to blaze punk we do what we say,
Before we walk I gotta teach you how to think this way.

So when you cats get yo? deal you can name your pay,
And keep bankrolls the size of a roll of hay.

I ain?t tryin to be the illest or the best to rap,
Just tryin to get an itch so I can get me some scratch.

Check my record in da? ?Bus? nigga I will blast back,
Your short winded on da? mic, catchin? asthma attacks.

I made a vow that if I get it I?m a keep it rockin?,
Hip hoppin; beat the track up like championship boxin?.

I like chicks that?s interactive,
And if you don?t know what I mean we can go practice.