She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang... she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang... she shot me
She shot me, she shot me
Bang, bang... she shot me
She shot me, she shot me (Get out the way, yo)
Bang, bang...
Ahh... there she goes again
The girl is Ethiopian
In other words, she came through explodin'
In the podium, dynamite
Napoleon like sodium mixed with petroleum
Slowly but surely, she was walking toward me
Cut the convo short 'cause she had to wake up early
But continuing the story
Don't worry she gave me digits for her Blackberry
