Limahl - Inside to Outside Lyrics

feat. Puff Daddy
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas
From east to west coast spread love nigga
And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures
Hey I mama Miss Evana
Usually rock tha proda sometimes the boda
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the hummer for the summer
I follow in the E class with the goggles
96 model
Bad clique on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll)
Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel better than barrettas and amarrettas
But tha lettas and mad cheddas
Chillin in the Benz wit my amigos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pesos
If you say so
Then I'm the same chick that you wanna get wit
And lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot if not don't test the pun-pun nadie-nadie pun-nadi-dadi
Hey
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas
From east to west coast spread love nigga
And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures ( Repeat 3x)
(How you like it baby uh from the front, uh from the back, give that ass a
smack, uh, bet your man won't do it like that, can't work the middle plus his
dick too little, let me grab your tatas, do the chacha, make you scream papa)
You the best dada
Now watch mama go up and down dip the jaws crazy--UH
Before you nut
I'ma dribble down your butt cheek, make you wiggle and giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies
Then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady and feel my 380
Gator boots for ladies
Ohh, wee, I see, your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina ha
Can't fade the rhinoceros of rap Lil Kim a pussy
How proposterous is that-acapo