Nick Cannon Insists He’s Having His ‘Kids On Purpose’ After Welcoming 4 Children In 6 Months

Nick Cannon Insists He’s Having His ‘Kids On Purpose’ After Welcoming 4 Children In 6 Months

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It’s no accident that Nick Cannon is a dad of 7. The TV personality finally addressed his growing family in a new interview — here’s what he had to say.

Nick Cannon, 40, being a dad to seven kids is no mistake. The Masked Singer judge — who has welcomed four children with three different women within the past six months — spoke about his booming family on Nick Cannon Radio on July 7. When Nick asked hip hop duo City Girls for life advice, JT jokingly told Nick he should “wrap it up” and “protect yourself,” meaning he should basically just stop having kids. But Nick claimed that his children’s births were all intentional on his end. “I’m having kids on purpose,” he responded, adding, “I don’t have no accident.”

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JT went on to tell Nick that he should “be the best you” as part of her advice, which led Nick to elaborate on his unconventional path to becoming a father of seven. “Trust me, there’s a lot of people I could’ve gotten pregnant that I didn’t,” he said. “The ones that got pregnant are the ones that were supposed to get pregnant.” Young Miami, meanwhile, simply said “YOLO” about Nick’s situation — a sentiment that the former America’s Got Talent judge agreed with. “There it is, you only live once. That’s true. I always say you only get one trip around the ride,” Nick said.

Nick’s youngest child, son Zen, was born on June 23. Zen’s mom is model Alyssa Scott, who confirmed her baby boy’s arrival on Instagram. A week prior, on June 17, Nick welcomed twin boys with Abby De La RosaNick is a dad to four more kids: a daughter, born in December 2020, and a son, Golden 4, with ex Brittany Bell; and twins Monroe and Moroccan, 10, with ex-wife Mariah Carey, 51.

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It’s unclear who Nick is currently in a relationship with, if anybody, though most signs point to Alyssa being his girlfriend. He was recently dating model Lanisha Cole, although they have since split (she also denied rumors that she was pregnant as well on May 22). Before all the pregnancy rumors, Nick admitted that he’s not “cut out for the relationship aspect” of romance, and said that men “don’t subscribe to monogamy because they feel like it’s not natural in their makeup, in their DNA” during his Power 106 show Nick Cannon Mornings in July of 2020. Instead, Nick said that men feel like they’re supposed to be “fruitful and multiply.”

Jt The Bigga Figga – Bay Area Playaz Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, what’s up, man?
To all my Bay Area muthaf**kin’ playas, mayne
I wanna send a shout out and just say ‘one love’ to all y’all, mayne
Keep pimpin’ a hoe
Nevertheless, though, it’s that JD muthaf**ka comin’ strictly outta Fillmoe, mayne
And y’all gon’ love me when I drop this new shit
I’m still milking y’all like cereal, nigga, E.N.E.S.E.A.T

[Verse 1: Seff tha Gaffla]
Financial status for Seff is looking slim
Should I grab the sack, post up over by the gym?
Every day that I maintain, evil thoughts pollute my brain
Should I grab the mic or should I go and grab the ‘caine?
True to the game, so many know of my authority
Straight up out the left, it’s Get Low Playaz less Priority
San Francisco, Cali, FilthyMoe, that is my area
Tryna gain some stripes with the strike and I’ma bury ya

[Verse 2: Ant D.O.G.]
Now I’ve been f**kin’ around with these Bay Area players for quite some time
That nigga peepin’ the game, about my fetti, and I ain’t getting bigger
In the industry, they’ll remember when I spark
Ant D.O.G. in your deck while you chillin’ at the park
Ain’t it wasn’t no lying the way I defined a hustler
A nigga that’s deep on game, Northern Bay ballin’ bubbler
Ain’t it a shame how their game stay the same
Along with these real niggas ’cause only them fakers change

[Verse 3: Ray Luv]
Define me as a hustler, mayne, young nigga in the game
Selling better than cocaine, I put that on my family name
Other players did the same
Made some mail, ghetto fame
Wanna plea, who’s to blame? Now they found ain’t nothing changed
Niggas out to flip it quick ’cause ain’t no time just to kick it
If she can’t make them riches, y’all best shake them bitches
Hustle cash, dividends, buy that house you living in
Young Ray Luv, LC and Bay Area player ’til the end, nigga

[Verse 4: Pizzo]
Well, if you did not know, the Heatman’s gon’ wreck shop
Keep on dropping this until I get all my props
From the East O, Killa Cali, where dope fiends will rock you
And leave you shot in the alley, ’cause ain’t no time to play
In the vicinity of the Bay
Area playas and Pizzo smoke nothing but indo stuffed in a green leaf Vega
Comin’ out the Bay, we got those players and those player haters, biatch

[Verse 5: Mac Mall]
Night and day, I think about money to make
Pimp shit raps and mac beat breaks
Daytons and Vogues, scandalous hoes
Bitches when they see me getting freaky at shows
Young niggas like myself getting major paid
P.H.’n ass bustas with their scandalous ways
Messy muthaf**kas spreading rumors
And them punk police that be lovin’ to do ya
I wonder why they wanna shut me down
Jealousy is like a doozy running through my town
You could bet your life that a sucker gon’ save her
How can you say you got game and you be hatin’ a player?

[Verse 6: JT the Bigga Figga]
Straps on top of straps to get your money on
Overcoming obstacles so we could carry on
Game tight when things get hectic
Coming up so fast, so unexpected

[Verse 7: Trev G]
In Fillmore, Cali, we maneuver to pursue the top notch status
Which consist of living lavish, it’s some suckers and some savages
The savages is having it, establisihing their paper
From slanging crack to pulling jacks and even major capers
No one’s catching the vapors
Came up in the game and flipped some thangs
And dissed you player haters who can’t maintain but still they claim
They top notch, equivalent to highest?
Yo, Trev the G from the KLP is among the nation’s finest

[Verse 8: The Delinquents]
Delinquents, outta control, going nation
Predicted by radio station but destined to be the shit on compilation
You gots to be about your scrilla, but niggas ain’t never came realer
Than them dank or die killers
And the niggas in the Bay, they feel us
Simp ass pimp on a punk ass bitch
Quick to shelter two hoe shit
Heater light your ass like BIC
Then take your broads ’cause it’s the shit
It’s Delin-Q-U-E-N-T, we’re flossing major
It’s the East Oakland flavor, kicking it with Get Low Playaz

[Verse 9: Master P]
Well, it’s that TRU player Master P
Kickin’ it in Fillmoe with that young nigga JT
I’m from the Rich, got the town
Where them niggas smoke weed and get danked out
They gets mad ’cause I’m rich and famous
Riding on Daynas but P’s still a f**kin’ gangsta
Cuttin’ up ki’s in the kitchen
Counting riches, and f**kin’ bitches

[Verse 11: JT the Bigga Figga]
Elevate after I meditate, now watch you get blazed
Contemplated ’bout my scrilla so I had to paid
It don’t matter, so get to the spot and I might get wit’cha
Get ’em up from the back, I’m the one with the sack
So take that f**kin’ picture
So I can hit ya, millimeter-meter, you know they won’t stop playin’
Mini-Mac 10, you might not wanna take that ride because they ready to lay ya
Because these niggas from the Bay don’t play
We gots to get our paper each and every f**kin’ day

[Verse 12: Black C]
See, it’s the nigga with the gat blastin’, checking cash in
But right now a nigga flashin’
Thinkin’ about them bustas, hoe trusters, infiltrators
Mack killer player haters
See, I got that Glock that go pop when a nigga like blast, nigga
My shit hit like the muthaf**kin’ Task, nigga
Ask my homie JT
Can you fade me when a nigga like workin’ with .380?

[Verse 13: JT the Bigga Figga]
Kickin’ up the dust but on the daily I bust
Whenever the microphone disperses, we game tight with verses
Rehearse this for factors, dispose of these jackers
These hard times, these actors
Chapters to make me smack the
Checks break necks and run in the ‘jects, pack TECs
And cover their bets, no sweats
And rippin’ the sets now best
You can get yourself together, whatever
‘Cause players in the Bay, we stick together on a muthaf**kin’ daily
Biatch!

BROCKHAMPTON – SWEET lyrics

[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract & Robert Ontenient]
F***, s***! (*laughter*)
F***! (*coughing*)
Ah-ha-ha, I didn’t—ha-ha-ha, ah! F***!
I didn’t know it was gonna—hehe
I didn’t know it was gonna hit your dick
Ah, damn that shit {bleep}
Me llamo Roberto
Wait, what? That’s a “Roberto”?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained man, better offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racists doin’ weird shit
Like, this’ll make the biopic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s, get the wing and tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls? (eh)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting
Making ’em say “ugh!”, they worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I’ll remind ’em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain’t no one claimin’ yo mans
It’s all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyoncé’ll take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich suburbs, a civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man, everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a honeybutter, vodka in a Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter, puttin’ lean in my Sprite can

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears

[Verse 5: Joba]
It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
“You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Justin Timberlake – Sauce lyrics

[Skit: Gino Russ]
Juice, juice is temporary, you know. Anyone can obtain the juice or something. I mean, you could say that just ’cause you got a nice car or something, like, “Oh, man, he got the juice,” you know, it’s something that kind of comes and goes. But the sauce, the sauce is forever

[Intro]
Ooh, sauce
Uh, you got all of it
Yeah
You know, you got all of it
You got all of it
Go ‘head

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love your pink, you like my purple
You must be God herself, can I come worship?
Let’s make some new details, just for your journal
‘Cause you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t
So, go ahead, say I won’t
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, throw away that phone
‘Cause I know you miss your snap on a lover, and I can name three or four
But you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t

[Refrain]
Hold up
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love your pink, you like my purple
That color right between those, that’s where I worship
Let’s make some new details up in your journal
‘Cause you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t
So, go ahead, say I won’t
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, throw away that phone
‘Cause I know you miss your snap on a lover, and I can name three or four
But you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t

[Refrain]
Hold up
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try

[Bridge]
Four times, huh
Yeah, break it down, woo!
Uh huh
So, so, so, go ahead, say I won’t

[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, throw away that phone
‘Cause I know you miss your snap on a lover, and I can name three or four
But you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t

[Refrain]
Hold up
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me (over me)
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me (yeah)
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try

[Outro]
Uh, ooh, sauce
You got all of it, go ‘head
Ooh, sauce
Go ‘head, you got all of it, huh
Ooh, sauce
Uh, yeah, you got all of it, go ‘head
Ooh, sauce
Go ‘head, you got all of it, uh
Timbo, JT
C’mon

Kendrick Lamar – GOD. lyrics

[Chorus]
This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah (a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Ever since a young man (since a young man)
All I wanna be was a gunman (was a gunman)
Shootin’ up the charts, better run, man
Y’all gotta see that I won, man
Slick as El DeBarge with the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I’m at large, runnin’ plays like a circuit, JT
I’m sellin’ verses, JT, watch me work it, JT
Look, look… hol’ up!
Don’t judge me! My mama caught me with a strap
Don’t judge me! I was young, fuckin’ all the rats
Don’t judge me! Aimin’ at your head for a stack
Don’t judge! Don’t judge me! Now my home got a Valley peak
Don’t judge me! If I press your line you a freak
Don’t judge me! Won’t you tell a friend? Y’all gon’ see—

[Chorus]
This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah (a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

[Verse 2]
Fuck is you talkin’ to?
Ayy, do you know who you talkin’ to?
Slide on you like fallen drapes
God toss full of carnivals
I kill ’em with kindness
Or I kill ’em with diamonds
Or I put up like fifteen hundred
Get yo’ ass killed by the finest
Everything in life is a gamble
Nothin’ in life I can’t handle
Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more
For the cause, I done put blood on sword
Everything I do is to embrace y’all
Everything I write is a damn eight ball
Everything I touch is a damn gold mine
Everything I say is from an angel

[Bridge]
I don’t rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit
Cannonballs to ignite shit, morning to the night shift
I’m on, I ain’t sorry for it
Ask for a piece of mine, you charged me for it
I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it
I’m in the streets sometimes and can’t afford it
I got a bad habit, levitatin’, duckin’ haters
Oh my! My heart is rich, my heart is famous

[Chorus]
This what God feel like
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
This what God feel like

Justin Timberlake Announces He Is Performing at the 2018 Super Bowl Halftime Show

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Justin Timberlake is bringing sexy back to the Super Bowl!

The superstar singer took to Twitter on Sunday to announce that he would be performing at the halftime show during the 2018 Super Bowl.

Posting the news with a hilarious wordplay video with pal Jimmy Fallon, Timberlake wrote, “I DO have the time. Half the time…#PepsiHalftime #SBLII @Pepsi @NFL @JimmyFallon @FallonTonight.”

Pepsi also tweeted the big news, writing, “It’s official: @jtimberlake is taking the #PepsiHalftime stage at #SBLII Tune into #SNF tonight for the full scoop & we’ll see you on Feb 4!”

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Superbowl LII will be taking place on Feb. 4, 2018 in Minneapolis, Minn.

This isn’t JT’s first time performing at football’s biggest night.

The showman previously appeared at the halftime show during the 2004 Super Bowl. The smooth singer made headlines (and lawsuits) when he ripped off Janet Jackson‘s clothes, exposing her breast to the world in the now-infamous “Boobgate.”

Hopefully this year’s performance will be a bit tamer.

In an exclusive interview with Football Night in America host Mike Tirico that aired tonight at halftime of Sunday Night Football, said of being asked, “It’s a huge moment so I was very excited.”

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Lady Gaga performed last year at the Super Bowl LI and Tirico asked if anything like her high-flying performance would be happening with JT. The former boybander said don’t count on it.

“I don’t know, man. I’m 36 now. I don’t know how much of that I can do anymore.”

He said his aim for the fast-paced, high-octane set is to get people dancing and having fun.

“What I really want to do is take the opportunity to put together a performance that feels like it unifies. I feel like that would be the ultimate accomplishment, and then the icing on the cake is at some point, within that 12 minutes, that everybody is shaking their booty.”

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We can’t stop the feeling that we think Justin’s probably going to be able to hit his mark!

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SUPERFRUIT – Heartthrob (Future Friends – Part One Album)

[Verse 1: Mitch & Both]
Oh no, what’s my locker combo? (Oh yeah)
It’s the birthday of a Leonardo (Oh yeah)
Bells ringing, and I gotta go
And I’m single, if you gotta know
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
Chad Michael Murray
Want you to be my
Want you to be my

[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la

[Verse 2: Both]
I’ll go through your Trapper Keeper (Oh yeah)
I wanna get to know you deeper (Oh yeah)
Got a cutie waiting in the cafeteria
Gotta grab a seat right next to ya
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
John Taylor Thomas
Want you to be my
Want you to be my

[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la

[Bridge: Mitch]
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Maybe Chris after a couple drinks
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Don’t forget JC, he can really sing
Ooh yeah

[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, woo!

Stik Figa – The Git Down (feat. Rappin’ 4-Tay) (Central Standard Time Album)

[Verse 1: Rappin’ 4-Tay]
Fresh up out the Testarossa
Still buzzing off that sticky green Cali doja
Last night had a gang of them freaky bitches jocking
It’s the player himself, going to always keep it poppin’
Ripping them off, pissing them off, scooping and talking and picking them off
Six can get off, I’m kicking it off
Stik Figa my nigga, that’s like JT the Bigga Figga
Six-inch stiletto’s, pedal to the metal
You damn right we on a whole ‘nother level
Benjamins, Franklins, Grants, Jeffersons
And tell a broke bitch, to get to stepping
Ain’t no player like the one you got
Another hit from the Bay, it just don’t stop
Macking like this ain’t easy
She said it take a real player just to please me, bitch

[Chorus: Stik Figa]
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town

[Verse 2: Stik Figa]
Ya see I float like a butterfly, sting like an STD
When you pee, better check them freaks
All I have had was teeth like Ali Shaheed
On point like T-I-P, Phife Rest in Peace
See, I don’t trip, maybe I’m old fashioned
Got a new stitch, cut from an old fabric
Tailor made fit, speak when I’m in traffic
I’m in my own lane, follow my own map then
Dripping in sauce, don’t call me a lyricist
It ain’t about the paper then it ain’t that serious
Chill and Netflix it’s bliss in the ignorance
Until you side chick text she ain’t get her period
I’m still going to drink my Henny with the Coke
I’m still gonna stack my pennies like I’m broke
And I might get chips at different on them bro
While I’m Midwest reppin’ with my G from the ‘Sco

[Chorus: Stik Figa]
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town

[Outro: Stik Figa]
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down