This one is for the boys with the boomin' system, Top down, AC, with the coolin' system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Stacks on deck like he savin' up And he ill, he real, he might got a deal He pop bottles, and he got the right kind of build He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a muthafuckin' trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip That's the kind of dude I was lookin' fo' And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho
Fate fell short this time Your smile fades in the summer Place your hand in mine I’ll leave when I wanna
This one is for the boys in the Polos Entrepreneur niggas, and the moguls He could ball with the crew, he could solo But I think I like him better when he dolo And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on He just gotta give me that look When he give me that look, then the panties comin' off, off, uh
Fate fell short this time Your smile fades in the summer Place your hand in mine I’ll leave when I wanna
This place was never the same again After you came and went How can you say you meant anything different To anyone standing alone On the street with a cigarette On the first night we met
Look to the past And remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I'm not in the scene I think I'm fallin' asleep But then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you
Fate fell short this time Your smile fades in the summer Place your hand in mine I’ll leave when I wanna