St. Lunatics - Here We Come Lyrics

Yo, whattup baby girl, fuck is the deal?
Nah you know I'm sayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that why'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?

Here we come, here we come now girl!
All over you baby girl, uh uh

You know I, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still picture in three-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long hair and Fendi
That ain't nuttin, how bout her twin sister Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a running back
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call
And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall
So

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Here we come, here we come now girl!
All over you baby girl, uh uh, cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here we come)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all over you)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up

I'm like a New Edition y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight
Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
Said oh no, baby doll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that demo oh I can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee
Running through his veins like an IV, high speed
Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D.
Better catch me now while my price is low
Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow
Another zero for a show, just to let you niggas know, now what?

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You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that
When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin
About a nigga oh, even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter
My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner
Overpaid, twenty nine, callin me a young tenor
Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her
Ready for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner
I, started the game on the bench with splinters
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
I ain't gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on

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[Repeat: x2]
Here we come y'all, here we come