What’s The Word? Song Lyrics

What’s The Word? by Boldy James

‘right round in my G with the 2.40s
Cashed out out of ‘
Now got a couple of sweets and some stories
When the couple do some orgies
And the avenue

As the diving speed
Come here’
This is the master of wheels
The fat ass is over here
And mommy is so boring
Not as bad as a friend
But they’re both gorgeous
They both got boyfriends
And they’re so loving
But this is how the world spins
On the world orbit
I’m with your girlfriend
And they both look at me
It’s over with
The concrete is putting blocks
That ain’t answering to me
So she’s blushing

What up dog?
What’s the ford for today dog?
I was sad serving here in the jail
All night
Getting on your nerves every day
Picture a wife wishing for a bird when I pray
From the kitchen to the curve
Get her played right
‘You may better warm right
‘Waiting until it turns into clay

All this precious is for an ugly b**ch
So got to get you wet
It’s concrete evidence
If I die in a second I’ll take a trip
To that maxim correction’
Would you write me letter and send me ‘
Or would act like you never knew I would exist?
‘Now you got to respect it
I’m running me
And I can cash a bungalow with the other gift
You got a lot of fleer
But I’m up a dick
‘I’m Wolverine,that’s professor X
Got that mad need of shooting her from the head

I was sad serving here in the jail
All night
Getting on your nerves every day
Picture a wife wishing for a bird when I pray
From the kitchen to the curve
Get her played right
‘You may better warm right
‘Waiting until it turns into clay
What up dog?

I picture you when you get that pussy up
Got me feeling birds,quicker than my album
It’s coming strong
Go and pick that up
It’s check out time
Twist one up
‘you’re a honey..I’m a big dealer
‘when he ran up with Simon
I don’t even miss him
Me I’m so grounded
And she’s probably in the kitchen
Why these niggaz laugh?
Me and my niggaz didn’t
It’s money time
It might be on my bidding
Cause money ain’t a problem

What’s the ford for today dog?
I was sad serving here in the jail
All night
Getting on your nerves every day
Picture a wife wishing for a bird when I pray
From the kitchen to the curve
Get her played right
‘You may better warm right
‘Waiting until it turns into clay
What up dog?