Journey Through the Mind - Bug

Shorty get down, good Lord

Baby got 'em open all over town

Strictly biz, don’t play around

Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Getting paid is a forte

Each and every day, to play away

I can’t get her out of my mind

I think about the girl all the time

East side to the west side

Pushing phat rides, it’s no surprise

She got tricks in the stash

Stacking up cash

Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average

As long as she’s got to have it

Baby, you’re a perfect ten

(I like the way you work it

No diggity, I gotta bag it up)

She’s got class and style

Seen knowledge by the mile,

Baby never act wild

Very low key on the profile

Catching feelings is a no,

Let me tell you how it goes

Curves the words, spins the verbs

Lovers it curves so freak what you heard

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Man that girl look good

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Play on, play on

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

She’s got class and style

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

No diggity no downtown

(I like the way you work it

No diggity, I gotta bag it up)