toys

toys, toys, girls, boys, toys, toys, girls, boys, when i step in the room, they put they coat on, so much ice on they say "hold on", but i can't hold on, you can't stop me, i rapping but i'd rather be shopping, rather be copping something to play with, he mac dre with, wiggle through the bay with, from the am to the pm, slide in the benz or the bm, bmw i'm lovin' you baby, we doin' 80 on the 880, blocka, blocka you hear the noise, it's me and my boys playin' with our toys, we glockin' heckler and koch'n, dumpin' on fools when the boys ain't watchin', loose my composure, my poise, i start squeezing on one of my toys, toys, toys, girls, boys, money burns a hole in me pocket, everything i see and want i got to cop it, flip it, whip it, swang it, dip it, whip's new or old as mr. lipid, candy paint job lookin' surpy, canvas top on my cougar mercury, in me nut me like to swing eight's, two more whip's is european v8's, i buys t-o-y's, 4.6's, 745's, excursion's, navigator's, put slump in 'em and wake up the neighbors, shake up the neighbors everytime they see me, i make toys appear like a genie, any time i see the boys, i dose, get ghost in one of my toys,