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Patent leather Pradas and my b-boy stance Armani black tee with my dick in my hands All the ladies jockin', lookin' for romance But I just wanna do it like the Nike brand Girly say I'm fly, say she like my style Plus I got the best dressed Myspace profile I asked her her name, she said Shante Like the real Roxanne but it's spelled a different way So we dilly-dally, drank a shot of Aly She took me to the car to smoke Cali She had a white general that was so impressive It had gold trim and gold BBS's Baby, she was bad in a major way But I just needed love like LL Cool J And I was on my game so I could not miss She had on 54-11's and it went like this I was funky fresh, she was ice cold We was at the club, so you know how it goes The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am Comin' to the mic You got your boy, STS, Sugar Tone Slim All the way from Atlanta, Georgia Y'all give it up, let's go Hell nah, dog, they don't know me It's all broads in the Cadillac, say OG The whole squad got battle raps plus hot heat Now we can either spit it at you or just ride to the beat It's that deep, concrete like the definition of what's street You in the wrong lane thinkin' you cuttin' off Mimi Four-wheelin' and concealin' somethin' that'll get you crumpin' Got your wires criss-crossed, what I toss'll get you jumpin' Slumpin' in your big toys, thought y'all was big boys What happened with the beef, huh? Did the shit spoil? Now niggas call but don't strike, got a lot of life And you don't fight, your best bet's to go right, aight? STS flow better than I dress Blow sess when I'm stressed, if I did it, won't confess Put the bullshit to rest and get the cops off the block We post bail, roll a L, and get back to hip-hop I was funky fresh, she was ice cold We was at the club, so you know how it goes The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am So I took her to the bar and started blowin' my snaps Henny got her loose, now she runnin' the trap Baby, she was with it, I was down to kick it Wrote me down her address followed by the digits Grabbed my starter jacket from the chain cold girl Hopped up in the Caddy bumpin' Ready for the World Cruisin' down the avenue, puffin' my Jane One fly nigga drivin' hoes insane Pulled up to the house about a quarter to two She was lookin' fresh and I was feelin' brand new Set me on the bed, started rubbin' my back Lit me up an L, told me try to relax You dealin' with a mack, girl, I'm cool as a fan And that's when she went and put my mic in her hand We did it like this, we did it like that I beat it up so bad she thought I had a whipple tan I was funky fresh, she was ice cold We was at the club, so you know how it goes The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am I was funky fresh, she was ice cold We was at the club, so you know how it goes The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am Yeah, STS, baby Southwest Atlanta I do this every day, man I was funky fresh, she was ice cold We was at the club, so you know how it goes The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams