Oh Sheila
Oh Sheila
I like to introduce you to
Some one you never seen
The Baltimore princess (oh yes)
And if you feel as though you already heard this
It's the remix
[Bridge: Justin Sticks]
You keep on fuckin around
I'm gon go get my gun
You keep on fuckin around
I'm gon go get my
You keep on fuckin around
I'm gon go get my gun
You keep on fuckin around ---
Puttem in the Glock I'd blow that bitch
[Hook:Sheila D Yeah]
In the midst of the night
On a cloud
Higher than we ever been
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhh)
Cruising late back
Top back
Night cap
Ride back
Oh yeah it's like that
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh goo)
[Verse 1: Sheila D Yeah]
Oh Sheila, Go Sheila
Waitin for the killa
Got my girls tap dancin
(Ugh)
Pass the mic
I'm Spazin
From the city where the goons get ratchet
Leave a tin in the box in plastic
All red
Like a tube of cherry Chap stick
Spittin fire out my mouth
Slash dragon
I'mma do my thing you ain't even have to ask it
Ask it, you don't even gotta ask it
Talkin all pearls
Call that high fashion
Passed it
In the year 3000
Ask me how I feel
Yeah I'm fuckin fantastic
Oh motha fucka
Had another round
Got a cool young dude
And we upside down
Then we jump real high
Then we dap then pound
Then I close my eyes
And my feet touch the ground
Let me get a sip
Put a zip in the zip lock
Players in the air on the stage
And I flip flop
Baltimore boat in a west coast ship shop
Ratchet on you fools
And you call this Hip-hop
Hip-hop make it drop like a lam chop
Real hard ball
Yeah the call me sandlot
Pan hot
On the stove with the flame hot
Stay fly everyday and we gon ride (Yeah)
[HOOK]
[Verse 2: Justin Sticks]
Never fitted in
And was just biddle little
Tried to speed it well can you slow it down a little
Set it all ablaze, I could burnem with a riddle
Every time that I would do it
It was play on words like a fiddle
I'm from the ghetto, ghetto
Yeah she bi said hello
Nah say Never but the ties ain't beatem
And the ties can't readem
And the blind can't see'em, UGH
Done it one time
Do it for my city
Y'all talk but the goons came really really really pretty, (UGH)
Ratchet don't talk like its 50-50
Y'all, won't talk when the nine empty
Got them Dopes all in my feet
And I keep that Sheila D
Got the green in my pockets
Got them knicks, selling heat
Wish a niggas try to try me
Baltimore Dope, kept it the Nikes
(Gibberish)
[HOOK]
Oh Sheila
I like to introduce you to
Some one you never seen
The Baltimore princess (oh yes)
And if you feel as though you already heard this
It's the remix
[Bridge: Justin Sticks]
You keep on fuckin around
I'm gon go get my gun
You keep on fuckin around
I'm gon go get my
You keep on fuckin around
I'm gon go get my gun
You keep on fuckin around ---
Puttem in the Glock I'd blow that bitch
[Hook:Sheila D Yeah]
In the midst of the night
On a cloud
Higher than we ever been
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhh)
Cruising late back
Top back
Night cap
Ride back
Oh yeah it's like that
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh goo)
[Verse 1: Sheila D Yeah]
Oh Sheila, Go Sheila
Waitin for the killa
Got my girls tap dancin
(Ugh)
Pass the mic
I'm Spazin
From the city where the goons get ratchet
Leave a tin in the box in plastic
All red
Like a tube of cherry Chap stick
Spittin fire out my mouth
Slash dragon
I'mma do my thing you ain't even have to ask it
Ask it, you don't even gotta ask it
Talkin all pearls
Call that high fashion
Passed it
In the year 3000
Ask me how I feel
Yeah I'm fuckin fantastic
Oh motha fucka
Had another round
Got a cool young dude
And we upside down
Then we jump real high
Then we dap then pound
Then I close my eyes
And my feet touch the ground
Let me get a sip
Put a zip in the zip lock
Players in the air on the stage
And I flip flop
Baltimore boat in a west coast ship shop
Ratchet on you fools
And you call this Hip-hop
Hip-hop make it drop like a lam chop
Real hard ball
Yeah the call me sandlot
Pan hot
On the stove with the flame hot
Stay fly everyday and we gon ride (Yeah)
[HOOK]
[Verse 2: Justin Sticks]
Never fitted in
And was just biddle little
Tried to speed it well can you slow it down a little
Set it all ablaze, I could burnem with a riddle
Every time that I would do it
It was play on words like a fiddle
I'm from the ghetto, ghetto
Yeah she bi said hello
Nah say Never but the ties ain't beatem
And the ties can't readem
And the blind can't see'em, UGH
Done it one time
Do it for my city
Y'all talk but the goons came really really really pretty, (UGH)
Ratchet don't talk like its 50-50
Y'all, won't talk when the nine empty
Got them Dopes all in my feet
And I keep that Sheila D
Got the green in my pockets
Got them knicks, selling heat
Wish a niggas try to try me
Baltimore Dope, kept it the Nikes
(Gibberish)
[HOOK]
( Sheila D. Yeah )
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