(Verse 1). Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S. C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon. (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby). . You gotta love the way this playa be minglin.
Yeah. The animals are here. Yeah, Angie, coolin' Dre. Alright, yes sir. Here we go, yo, c'mon. . I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot.