Philly's Most Wanted Cross the Border Lyrics
Yo, once the Mo start drippin
Hoes start trippin
Tell em my name Boo
You know we all hittin
But look mami
I got 3 drinks in me stuck
And I aint tryna talk, I'm tryna f___
If the p____ gets wetter
Chicks, I never sweat her
I'm gettin all the cheddar
b____, read the letter
I pattened the plan
Get a d___ suck wit a gat in my hand
b____, it's thug passion
Chicks drive by in their whips
They be flashin
Do you know Bonic and Lib?
They be askin
If the b____ wanna ask me s___, I'ma hit
Attitude just like Cancun, I'ma trip
Now n____s p___ed
Know why? Cause I'm the s___
If you cop a 5, imagine what I'm gone get
Most Wanted bring the bikes out
b____es on the back
a__ all out
I got hoes wit accents
And I don't mean Hundai's
My hands touched more bricks than Quamay's
Ice'll blind you
For real dog, believe me
Only feel comfortable around Ray Charles and Stevie
So I'ma take it easy
Chorus (Female voice)
So why don't you run across the border mama?
(I'll run cross the border papa)
And what will you bring me back mama?
(You know what I'll bring you back papa)
So don't forget (I won't forget)
To bring me back (To bring you back)
What I need (What you need)
Will you run across the border mama?
(I'll go cross the border papa)
I know the f___ you heard
Give me head while I drive
b____, I like to swerve
I'll take you to the airport so you can cop them birds
Now is you bout it mami?
Whoa, let me know
Is it the d___, the car, the looks, or the dough?
She said, "Mostly the dough, playa I don't lie."
I hit once, then hit her girlfriend
Ask, "When can we all get together again?"
And I never love hoes
What you talkin about?
I party your wife, n____
You be eatin her out
And I sat there and told you that I c__ in her mouth
And my connect the only reason she be runnin down south
b____es high for a ride dependin who key startin
So f___ a Jaguar
Cop a Aston Martin, pardon
No talkin, Mr. say sparkin
n____s can't understand
They still walkin
Hot a__ whips is what they see Boo in
We play down in C-A-C-U-N
Uh, nice wit the O flex outta line
Cut a b____ off like O.J.
Yall aint ready
That's why all yall n____s look hurt
When yall see me
More Franklin's than Kirk
And I'm spendin em wit GP
Thick tube socks I rock like I'm from DC
Cash Money as in Juvenile like BG
Top down on the Cadillac Allante'
I get street stripes like Carlito Brigante
Dog, I tax yall cause it costs to live
And still show no love like foster kids
I rent out homes in the hood and live across the bridge
My car's hotter than Negril
While y'all walk, I wheel
Oh, your Roley go tick and tock? It's not real
And keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, n____