2000's Hip Hop Mashup - Michael Constantino

It’s Tino baby

He’s so sweet, make her wanna like the wrapper

Mash-up baby

Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton

She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top

That hit the spot, 'til she ask

«How many licky-licky-licks do it take 'til she get to shop?»

Don’t worry why my wrists got so freeze?

Tell her, «Girl, like Doritos, that’s not yo cheese»

Tell her friends, «Like Fritos, I’m tryin' to la.»

I can’t only have one and I ain’t tryin' to wait

It’s getting hot in here

So take off all your clothes

I am getting so hot

I wanna take my clothes off

Be humble, sit down

Be humble, sit down

And get back mother f--

You don’t know me like that

Now lean back, lean back

Meet me in the trap, it’s going down

Meet me in the mall, it’s going down

Meet me in the club, it’s going down

Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed to go down

They see me rollin'

They hatin'

Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin'

When the pimp’s in the crib ma

Drop it like it’s hot

Drop it like it’s hot

Drop it like it’s hot

When the pigs try to get at you

Park it like it’s hot

Park it like it’s hot

Come on

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look, mami, got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz

I’m into havin' sex, I ain’t into makin' love

So come give me a hug if you’re into gettin' rubbed

Started from the bottom now we here

Started from the bottom now the whole team here

Started from the bottom now we here

Started from the bottom now the whole team

Stacks on deck, patron on ice

Now we can pop bottles all night

Baby, you can have whatever you like

I say, you can have whatever you like

Yeah

This is why I’m hot

This is why I’m hot

This is why, this is why

This is why I’m hot

I’m hot 'cause I’m fly

You ain’t 'cause you not

And this is why, this is why

This is why I’m hot

'Cause all I do is win, win, win

No matter what

Got money on my mind

I can never get enough

And every time I step up in the building

Everybody hands go up

And they stay there

Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits

Ain’t got no job, but I stay fly

Ayy, I’ve been poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar

Ayy, ayy, ayy

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Ayy, ayy, ayy

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son

'Cause I got ninety nine problems but a chick ain’t one

If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son

'Cause I got ninety nine problems but a chick ain’t one