Lyrics 2000's Hip Hop Mashup - Michael Constantino

2000's Hip Hop Mashup

It’s Tino baby
He’s so sweet, make her wanna like the wrapper
Mash-up baby
Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot, 'til she ask
«How many licky-licky-licks do it take 'til she get to shop?»
Don’t worry why my wrists got so freeze?
Tell her, «Girl, like Doritos, that’s not yo cheese»
Tell her friends, «Like Fritos, I’m tryin' to la.»
I can’t only have one and I ain’t tryin' to wait
It’s getting hot in here
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot
I wanna take my clothes off
Be humble, sit down
Be humble, sit down
And get back mother f--
You don’t know me like that
Now lean back, lean back
Meet me in the trap, it’s going down
Meet me in the mall, it’s going down
Meet me in the club, it’s going down
Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed to go down
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin'
When the pimp’s in the crib ma
Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot
When the pigs try to get at you
Park it like it’s hot
Park it like it’s hot
Come on
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you’re into gettin' rubbed
Started from the bottom now we here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here
Started from the bottom now we here
Started from the bottom now the whole team
Stacks on deck, patron on ice
Now we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you can have whatever you like
I say, you can have whatever you like
Yeah
This is why I’m hot
This is why I’m hot
This is why, this is why
This is why I’m hot
I’m hot 'cause I’m fly
You ain’t 'cause you not
And this is why, this is why
This is why I’m hot
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
No matter what
Got money on my mind
I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits
Ain’t got no job, but I stay fly
Ayy, I’ve been poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, ayy
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son
'Cause I got ninety nine problems but a chick ain’t one
If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son
'Cause I got ninety nine problems but a chick ain’t one