This is a song about "Ooh lala"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Ooh you know you're mine; maybe i gotta admit you're always on my mind

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I bribe judges to get me off, this life, ooh, well i'm loving it,

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

And that i spent the night with her

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

For the outlawz, here we come