We Run This (without Manicure Interlude)

My style can't be duplicated or recycled

This chick is a sick individual

Sicktate, volume two, believe it!

Ho! Ho!

Let me switch up the game

I drink that cognac

Step back 'cause I might put it on ya

I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep

Count sheep, wake you up from f- all week

You don't want me have to show ya

How a freak bitch act when I ain't sober

Whattup, I'm to' up, sho' nuff

Ain't scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off

Tipsy and I feel, good

Black dudes got big woods

Into it, I do it, I did it

If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin'

Ay boy you know I'm yo' type

5'2" I wear my jeans real tight

My curves, they swerve, so superb

My word is my word and I came to serve

We run this, run this, we run this, run this

We run this uh-ohh, ohh!

It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at

And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats

East coast, west coast

Down south, represent ya coast

Yeah we run it, and yeah we run it

Y'all don't want it, 'cause my coast run it

Uh-ohh, we run this, uhh, we run this

Wicked! Wanna pull my hair, break my back

For the right money might sit in your 'llac

Back to back, and can't even keep track

It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped

Suck my toes and then the backrub

I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched

Look at how y'all makin me blush

I'm enough to go around so people don't push

Don't push - when I run that tush in the bush

Don't my diamonds look real good

And they shine so hard, that he glitters

So many karats they look like critters

And we can do it all night

Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe

I like to keep a nigga hype

I wanna know can you handle my mic

We run this, run this, we run this, run this