Love Em All

Unnh!

Ha ha, it's gotta be one of 'em Baby Blue joints

Turn it up a notch and let me see them speakers rock

Choclair featuring Mr. Mims

Aiyyo, Mims, who's this joint going out to?

This is for my street misses

The ones who like to creep misses

In the back seat of my Jeep misses

This is for the haters, yo!

The ones who floss with no doe

We love 'em all

You know that we love 'em all

Now people say you want to go and bring it to the streets but they realize its too far

So I want to bring it where they are

Where they are, is usually at home doing dishes with they mom

Go back playing ball with Paul

I don't hate, when its love and I'm only gon roll with real thugs

And show love to niggas who came from nothing and rose above

And broke they balls to be a star

Now they shine bright, now this hood got a brighter light

See how its funny for me, how people wanna go and bad-talk me

But in a few years they be putting chips in your skinny, get your I.D.

Yet you suckas wanna hate on me, get your priorities right

I don't fight, sit back with a Conyac spark at the heavel bright

And give you more of the Suave Dawg thing you been looking for

Then screw my foot under the Impalla floor

Feel great dogg, shots give the funk that stank

That pumps the radio, that pumps the G's in my bank

Take your whole boat off the plank

Rookie niggas try to step up with shots, he pulls rank

Chop your Accord, take your award

Your uniform's plain, your stripe's been torn

Reppin for the T-O-R-O-N-T-O T dot O dot

This is for my street misses

The ones who like to creep misses

In the back seat of my Jeep misses

This is for the haters, yo!

The ones who floss with no doe

We love 'em all

You know that we love 'em all

Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm just tryin to live

Only take what you tryin to give

I don't wait, just take you for a ride in the 6

I don't wait, you ain't the only one I'm tryin to hit

Plenty other chicks signin the whip

I don't take long, I just scoop 'em up

Especially when the roof is up

You can hop in the Coup or Truck, it's all the same

Just don't play no games, like "Sean, I really don't think this much"

I'm not a family man, I'm in your dreams like Candy Man

Plus I only touch girls in Candy Land

When I'm in Panty Land, sweet enough to eat it up like Candy Yams

So call me Handy Man, I never, take chickens to the Sandy land

Never hawk chicks that could land a man

I take a girl out on a family plan

That's why these girls can stand me man!

This is for my street misses

The ones who like to creep misses

In the back seat of my Jeep misses

This is for the haters, yo!

The ones who floss with no doe

We love 'em all

You know that we love 'em all [x2]

This is for my ballers, my hustlers, my, my, my, brothers

Who like, like my sisters who love it but need the covers

For my thugs, my soldiers tryin to get them Rovers

Who won't stop for nothing you want it sweeter

The type of man I am I just don't groove

Whether you come through with a crew makin noise so they boost ya

Cause niggas just cruise for lose cause they think what they drop

is a shot like a shoota

But I ain't what ya used ta, I'm a familiar lookin brusta

T dot, watch out the heat we bring, Suave Dawg betta spread ya wings and fly

This is for my street misses

The ones who like to creep misses

In the back seat of my Jeep misses

This is for the haters, yo!

The ones who floss with no doe

We love 'em all

You know that we love 'em al [x2]