Get familiar!
Clinton Sparks, Clinton Clinton Sparks
[Verse One: Fabolous]
Niggaz can`t breathe when I come through, think I got a young shirt on
Nah, I pull up the sleeves when I come through
Hoodrats all fixin they weave when I come through
I`m lookin Super-man, like Chris Reeves in a Hum 2
These niggaz change like the leaves when the summer`s through
And these bitches know they gotta leave when I come to
Slide out the suicides of the R
Got the waiters in the club doin suicides to the bar
Ghetto pop bottles, they should fire Tyra
and give me a show called The Ghetto`s Top Models
I`m in a teflon fitted, that`ll stop hollows
Dark tinted sedan, that the cops follow
Somethin like, when they movin the mayor
And my phone book alone, will prove I`m a player
I get around like gossip do, you lucky you live
But it`s still possible to get you in the hospital
Stupid questions, I`ma answer `em now
If I was barely goin gold I won`t be dancin around (no way)
Fly backs out, you lil` bird-ass nigga
And snack on the cookies and milk in first class nigga
I pull the cruise club on the back block
In a Magnum that`s the same color as the crack rock (damn)
Now watch you start fiendin worse, I`m changin my name
So now you can call me remember where you seen it first
[Chorus: XL]
Nigga why they keep lookin at me
Like he gonna start poppin that shit (gonna start poppin that shit)
You should know, when I let things go
That yo` ass is gonna get hit (ass is gonna get hit)
Recognize who you fuckin with
And get familiar nigga where we from (nigga where we from)
Street family, nigga don`t you try it
Cause y`all niggaz still can`t deny it (still can`t deny it)
[Verse Two: Fabolous]
And usually dames choose the same
And scream out the music name
It goes fast... whenever I`m in attendance
You see icy rings, watches and pendants (wow!)
I`m surround by girls who take sense
Me and Clue look alike, in them twin Bents
It`s just that intense, we doin mo` betta
These niggaz ain`t go-getters, they ho sweaters
Might fool y`all but me, I know better
I flow better than any of these slow spreaders
And keep stock in the bank, for the low betters
Nigga I blow cheddar like Richard Pryor
in Brewster`s Millions, but bitch I`m flyer
I switch attire then I switch the tires
And stay from `round you niggaz that snitch on wire
You know the Real Talk of New York
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: XL]
We rollin, gettin dough
And pull up in the flyest of rides
And let these niggaz know
that fuckin with me ain`t nothin nice
Cause all I do is roll my trees and get high
And stay with a bad-ass chick by my side
My name is this game is hard to deny (deny..)
[Chorus]
