Lyrics

[Intro] My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sicktape, Volume Two Believe it Ho, ho Let me switch up the game [Verse 1] I drink that cognac Step back 'cause I might put it on you (Put it on you) I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep Count sheep, wake you up from **** all week (Holler) You don't want me have to show you How a freak bitch act when I ain't sober What up? I'm tore up, sure 'nough Ain't scared to take it off, tell a freak to take it off Tipsy and I feel good (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' (Stop frontin') Ayy, boy, you know I'm your type (Your type) 5'2'', I wear my jeans real tight Yeah, my curves, they swerve, so superb My word is my word and I came to serve [Chorus] We run this (Run this) We run this (Run this) We run this, oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you're from, it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek, better bring your hats, nigga East Coast, West Coast Down South, represent your coast Yeah, we run it, and yeah, we run it Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it Oh, we run this shit Uh, we run this shit (Wicked) [Verse 2] Wanna pull my hair, break my back For the right money, might sit in your 'Llac Back to back, you can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes, I need a 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 carats, they look like critters (Come on) And we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe (Uh) I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know, can you handle my mic? (Oh) [Chorus] We run this (Run this) We run this (Run this) We run this, oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you're from, it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek, better bring your hats, nigga East Coast, West Coast Down South, represent your coast Yeah, we run it, and yeah, we run it Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it Oh, we run this shit Uh, we run this shit [Verse 3] Any hustlers in the party, y'all? Hell yeah If you's a pimp, let me see you party hard, hell yeah Oh, strippers, take your clothes off, hell yeah Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards, hell yeah ****, I bogart A lot of rappers fakin' way too hard Pull up at the club in a rental car Where them freaks at? the freaks at the bar Where the hard drinks are Don't start You don't want beef, don't take it that far with a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck (Uh-huh) [Chorus] We run this (Run this) We run this (Run this) We run this, oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you're from, it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek, better bring your hats, nigga We run this (Run this) We run this (Run this) We run this, oh, oh, oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the door [Outro] Volume Two, holler Wicked This shit is sick Big shoutout to Mobb Deep G-Unit