Gentleman's Rule - The Panchanelly Canon Lyrics
If you wanna go and take a ride with meWe three-wheelin in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-yOh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)In the club on the late night, feeling rightLooking trying to spot something real niceLooking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home(I can take home)She can be 18 (18) wit an attitudeor 19 kinda snotty acting real rudeBut as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on(Know that it's on)I peep something coming towards me on the dance floorSexy and real slowSaying she was peeping and I dig the last videoSo in times you can we go? how could I tell her no?Her measurements were 36-25-34I like the way you brush your hairI like those stylish clothes you wearI like the way the light hit the ice and glareAnd I can see you boo from way over thereIf you wanna go and take a ride with meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-yOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)Face and body front and backI don't know how to actWithout them vouchers on them boots she's bringing nothing backYou should feel the impact, shop on plasticwhen the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past thatWatch me as I gas that, fo' dot six RangeWatch the candy paint change (every time I switch lanes)It feel strange nowMaking a living off my brain instead of 'caine nowI got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name nowDamn put done changed nowRunning credit checks with no shame nowI feel the fame now, I can't complain nowI'm the man now, in and out my own townI'm getting pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.Telling me about a party up in NYCAnd can I make it? (Damn right) I be on the (next flight)Payin cash. (first class.) Sittin' next to Vanna WhiteIf you wanna go and take a ride with meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sWhy do I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)Now I know something you don't knowAnd I got something to tell yaYou won't believe how many people straight doubted the flowMost said a capella's a failureBut now the same mother*****ers asking me fo' doughAnd I'm yelling, "I can't help ya""Yo, can we get tickets to the next show?"Hell no! (You for real?)Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?Come on now!If you wanna go and take a ride with meWe three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Must be the money!)If you wanna go and get high with meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-yOh why do I live this way? (Must be your mommy!)
