1st - Done Son Lyrics
[JClay - Chorus]Ima show you how it's done sonIma show you how it's doneIma show you how it's done sonIma show you how it's doneIma show you how it's done sonIma show you how it's doneIma show you how it's done sonIma show you how it's doneIma show you how it's done sonDo it thenIma show you how it's doneDo it thenIma show you how it's done sonDo it thenIma show you how it's doneDo it thenIma show you how it's done sonDo it thenIma show you how it's doneDo it thenIma show you how it's done sonDo it thenIma show you how it's doneDo it[JClay - Verse 1]Pull up to the party, all spotted my audi, barbies on my bodyBroads be like God leeSorry to these shawties tied up to these sorriesGet with Jelani I'll be your hobbyApologiesI'm hardly tardy but this party started when I department shopping for offices for the Slip officersBut I'm obviously right place, right time cuz im opposite the right face, right mind. Set.So I'm buying if u don't mind, yesBar nuts? and she on mine, let'sLink upLike we online, betThat's how I does itSomething like a oven400 or above itBetter covet your belovedMy hand up it like a muppetKeep her comin causing ruckusSmack it up flip it Rub it grub it, hol upI be that one the one that never runsBut runs the ones that run from frustrations at sums outweighed by no incomeSuccumbs to life of crumbsSearching for fun in rum like bums in slums that's dumb, ummmWhatever cluck it, these chicken little niggas got it comin, worried bout the skyfall when they on the ground running,Life's about respect man, you gotta earn somethingIf you don't learn nothing[Chorus][Supreme - Verse 2]I'ma show you how its d.o.n.e a lot of you niggas pockets is empty you dogging out women like they was benji attempting cracking my code nigga I divinchi but heres what you do build you a crew with skills in the field of killin the booth real when they spill what they live no fibs yeah yeah it'll be more ill with the truth. Yah now back to the boss green in my pockets like its packed full of moss haters wanna to put a nigga back to the cross cause im fresh like the christ in them sandals he flauce. Yah I got bars for days maybe that's the reason I got cars for days maybe thats the reason I got broads for days. You can't make it in this heat penny hardaway. Yah that's why I laugh at you niggas if you try to brag I show this cash to you niggas thinking that you wrecked well let me crash on you niggas and you moving kind of slow that's why I dash on you niggas yah I'ma show you how its dun son have ya girl cheering for me with her pum pums all because you niggas softer than some wonton I'm coming forest so I think you better run run.[Chorus]
