Eddie Bow Songtext
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[Tec-9]
Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels,
Check out my new dance that I call the Eddie Bow
Shake your fuckin' hands, then you take a another chance
Won't you twerk wit your legs, now you're doin' my dance
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Won't you bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels,
Check out my new dance that I call the Eddie Bow
Shake your fuckin' hands, then you take a another chance
Won't you twerk wit your legs, now you're doin' my dance
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Won't you bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
[1st Verse: Tec-9]
Won't you bow for the Melphanine?
Won't you bow for the Josephine?
Won't you bow for the Calliope?
I saw now bow for the Calliope
Won't you bow for the Magnolia?
Won't you bow for the Magnolia?
I was chillin' in a club, niggas on my jock
As I watched cruddy hoes pussy pop pop pop
I said I'm straight out the third and I don't give a fuck
Now let me hit'cha from the back and get my fuckin' dick sucked
All you got to do, is keep on some fresh gear
Them hoes'll sweat a nigga like cheerleaders on a fuckin' field
Gimme a beat, and throw the Bally's on your feet
And forget about the people for the Polo you see?
Who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah
Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse: Lil Ya]
And I'ma teach not to ever try to battle me
I fucked with this one nickel nigga up on Eagle Street
Cuz I'ma talk about the hoes who like to ride that dick
They talkin' shit about they want they fuckin' hair fixed
And runnin' game, is boku weed
I got to talk about them talk about them bald head freaks
Bitch I'm a donkey, ride I just don't care
I keep on kickin' it bout them hoes with the real short hair
Now who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah
Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
Won't you bow for a nigga that keeps it live?
Won't you bow for my boys off Second and Drive?
Won't you bow for Fourth street?
Won't you bow for Sixth street?
I said now bow for Willow street
Won't you bow for Eagle street?
I was doin' about sixty on my candy apple lady Lee
I met a hoe that they call Kiki
Cruisin' down the ave. when I met this hoe
I said get in the back we goin' straight to the Rochambeaux
In the hotel I'm bout to rock her World
Then I pulled down her pants and then I smelled a fuckin' smell
I said you not burnin' me like the Devil in Hell
Yo I'll go again with my last story to tell, but first...
[chorus]
[3rd Verse: Tec-9]
Now I left the stupid bitch in the Rochambeaux
Blew another big weed and easily crept out the door
Then I jumped on my bike because I'm on the move again
Runnin' boku game on hoes as if I need a girlfriend
It is hot in this mutha and you thinkin' bout ya mother
Sweat drippin' down your face, fuckin' right you need a towel
[Chorus]
Won't you bow for the Melphanine?
Won't you bow for the Josephine?
Won't you bow for the Calliope?
I saw now bow for the Calliope
Won't you bow for the Magnolia?
Won't you bow for the Magnolia?
I was chillin' in a club, niggas on my jock
As I watched cruddy hoes pussy pop pop pop
I said I'm straight out the third and I don't give a fuck
Now let me hit'cha from the back and get my fuckin' dick sucked
All you got to do, is keep on some fresh gear
Them hoes'll sweat a nigga like cheerleaders on a fuckin' field
Gimme a beat, and throw the Bally's on your feet
And forget about the people for the Polo you see?
Who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah
Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse: Lil Ya]
And I'ma teach not to ever try to battle me
I fucked with this one nickel nigga up on Eagle Street
Cuz I'ma talk about the hoes who like to ride that dick
They talkin' shit about they want they fuckin' hair fixed
And runnin' game, is boku weed
I got to talk about them talk about them bald head freaks
Bitch I'm a donkey, ride I just don't care
I keep on kickin' it bout them hoes with the real short hair
Now who I'm talkin' to? Yes you not the Allah
Hey sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
Won't you bow for a nigga that keeps it live?
Won't you bow for my boys off Second and Drive?
Won't you bow for Fourth street?
Won't you bow for Sixth street?
I said now bow for Willow street
Won't you bow for Eagle street?
I was doin' about sixty on my candy apple lady Lee
I met a hoe that they call Kiki
Cruisin' down the ave. when I met this hoe
I said get in the back we goin' straight to the Rochambeaux
In the hotel I'm bout to rock her World
Then I pulled down her pants and then I smelled a fuckin' smell
I said you not burnin' me like the Devil in Hell
Yo I'll go again with my last story to tell, but first...
[chorus]
[3rd Verse: Tec-9]
Now I left the stupid bitch in the Rochambeaux
Blew another big weed and easily crept out the door
Then I jumped on my bike because I'm on the move again
Runnin' boku game on hoes as if I need a girlfriend
It is hot in this mutha and you thinkin' bout ya mother
Sweat drippin' down your face, fuckin' right you need a towel
[Chorus]
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