Little Anne

Don’t you owe me some money? You should find out fast
That cold hard cash, ain’t a damn thing funny
Tappin' into the real, I know you know the deal
Life never on chill, L.A. nights and missed flights
Smelling like Cali bomb, beautiful black strong
I never do wrong, yo I never do wrong
For the ladies who had babies in the 80's
Raised ‘em with manners and pajamas
Schedules might jam us, Gwen Stefani spell bananas
Rocking you popping, losin' ain’t an option
Heard you buggin' bish, we throw your name on the list
Heard you buggin' bish, we throw your name on the list
That’s sniff snuffaluffagus, yamean?
Move in a fashion, groove with a passion
You doing in uh, yo
It’s magic in the air, shorty peel the pear
The new luminaire, cheesin' without a care
I lead ‘em out the lair into the crisp night air
You feelin' alright? Yea. You feelin' alright? Yea
You ain’t bout it muthafucker I know you got another
Home girl undercover tryna freak Danny Glover
That weapon is so lethal, royalty regal
Righteous with the people, this game so see through
The bull that they feed you, all this bull that they feed you
This game so see through, inner vision let it lead you
Inner vision let it lead you
I move in a fashion when I moving and mashing
All the groupies are askin' «What you doing in Aspen?»
Nuthin' much other than you bitch, we both start laughin'
(Yo they wylin' over there)
(Yo they wylin' over there)
(Call him, they wylin' over there)
(Yo they wylin' over there)
(Straight wylin', sparkin')