[INTRO]
You know what it is, man
Uh-huh uh-huh, Uh
(Malice: Clipse)
Uh-huh uh-huh, Yeah
(Malice: Tasha)
Uh-huh uh-huh
Darkchild
Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-why you so sick
(Malice: M-ill-a)
[MALICE RAP]
He sick over you, huh, you doin’ ya thing
Well make him trick over you hun, buy you a ring
And since he wanna be dumb, cop you the Range
Or the Miami high rise where you and I can hang
That be the getaway where the two of us can roam
Any time he call I just pass you the phone
G4s I’ve flown all across the seas and I ain’t
Ever met a bitch who is finer than me
Maybe a handbag or some designer jeans
But never my heart, won’t wear it on my sleeve
Seen too many bite the apple like Eve
So when you talk love, that’s when I set’cha free
Uh
[VERSE 1]
‘Tasha
Yeah it’s ‘tasha, say it right, you better recognize
I be that chick up in the corner catchin’ all your eyes
Yeah I know I’m lookin’ slim and girl you wanna fight
5’9″ hot girl got some juicy thighs
My hair is brown, and I ain’t gotta front cause I’m just comin’ for the crown
Don’t be tryna check me ’cause your man’s on my phone
Go and tell my momma she don’t care ’cause I’m grown
(Darkchild: Bring that back)
Yeah it’s ‘tasha, say it right, you better recognize
I be that chick up in the corner catchin’ all your eyes
Yeah I know I’m lookin’ slim and girl you wanna fight
5’9″ hot girl got some juicy thighs
My hair is brown, and I ain’t gotta front cause I’m just comin’ for the crown
Don’t be tryna check me ’cause your man’s on my phone
Go and tell my momma she don’t care ’cause I’m grown
[CHORUS]
Why you lookin’ all twisted in ya grill
You look so sick ’cause I’m lookin’ so fit
You look so sick ’cause these boys wanna hit
You look so sick ’cause I make these boys flip
Ooh
Why you lookin’ all twisted in ya grill
You look so sick ’cause I’m lookin’ so fit
You look so sick ’cause these boys wanna hit
You look so sick ’cause I make these boys flip
[BRIDGE]
You must be sick ’cause you didn’t find me
You must be sick ’cause Darkchild’s behind me
Plus you real sick ’cause Mark Pitts signed me (yup)
Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-why you so sick
[VERSE 2]
I don’t want’cha hatin’ me cause you think I’m conceited
But it’s obvious your man is likin’ what he seein’
Don’t be mad ’cause when I walk in all these boys ain’t breathin’
And they pointin’ and they starin’ and these bitches feenin’
I’m se-ven-teen and I’m up in the club with no ID
Escorted past you by security and I’m chillin’ wit’cha n*as up in VIP
[CHORUS]
Why you lookin’ all twisted in ya grill
You look so sick ’cause I’m lookin’ so fit
You look so sick ’cause these boys wanna hit
You look so sick ’cause I make these boys flip
Ooh
Why you lookin’ all twisted in ya grill
You look so sick ’cause I’m lookin’ so fit
You look so sick ’cause these boys wanna hit
You look so sick ’cause I make these boys flip
[BREAK]
You’re lookin’ all retarded
Crazy what I done started
But’cha can’t get mad at me
‘Cause I’m lookin’ like somethin’ out a magazine aw
All I’m tryna do is make this money
I can’t help if these boys is on me
You betta fall back off-a me
Take two-a these and call me in the mornin’
[PUSHA-T RAP]
Yeah
Call the doctor these hoes so sick
The truth is back, we do away with the impostors
Sit amongst the mobsters, stones blue, it’s Doppler
You track the storm, lightning wrapped around the collar
Follow the fast lane, Re-Up rulers
We started from 4 and a half like pre-schoolers
Now we in the middle of O’s like hula-hoopers
Crown Vics full of that shit, we state troopers
Aviator lens, drophead coup, let’cha hair blow in the wind
You the envy of your friends
Yves Saint Laurent make every woman grin
Pocket full’a bobble heads, let’s spin ‘em ‘til the end
Oogh
[CHORUS]
Why you lookin’ all twisted in ya grill
You look so sick ’cause I’m lookin’ so fit
You look so sick ’cause these boys wanna hit
You look so sick ’cause I make these boys flip
Ooh
Why you lookin’ all twisted in ya grill
You look so sick ’cause I’m lookin’ so fit
You look so sick ’cause these boys wanna hit
You look so sick ’cause I make these boys flip
(Darkchild: Rewind that!)
[BRIDGE]
You must be sick ’cause you didn’t find me
You must be sick ’cause Darkchild’s behind me
Plus you real sick ’cause Mark Pitts signed me (yup)
Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-why you so sick
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