't matter anymore I don't get anything at all It doesn't matter anymore I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
it doesn't hurt you I don't get it I don't get why we can't smoke Just because you say it's bad What mother nature chose to grow I don't get it I don
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) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour me a little (Put your hands up) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour me a little (Take it to the floor) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour
repratoir is Menage Trois And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars And it ain't no stop to this I can't help it, I'm an optimist And I'ma make
t no game to me, this is my career Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!" I won't be happy til the dancefloor's wet I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet
Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T I'm your pusher I'm bring it to boil,Evil E rock it up You want it? I don't think you got enough Last
get hurt I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand I ain't human
in the tank, losing gasoline Fire is on my trail and he's after me Hope it don't get here before I get where I'm going I gotta get where I'm going
can do it 'til tomorrow I beat it up like Harpo Snoopy, I go hard, baby, yes Kissin' on yo' chest then I'm diggin' out your stress I won't stop 'til
a decent watch, nigga I'm gettin' better, 'cause it would at least have dropped, nigga I'ma get my money right, just watch, nigga She had a miscarriage, I couldn't
it Don't let that cat to my man, money aight and shit Them new cats was plottin to get them I'm coming back let them Greatin ass faggot you pussy, this
Nigga, get nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a
cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said Settle ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man Get it calm Batman? Nah, ain't
right and the money Oh, ain't it the craziest thing Better, baby, it just keeps gettin' better Don't know how it could be any better? Even in my wildest dreams Beats all I
bite that Day in the life, ain't nothin' nice how I hit 'em up Hands high get 'em up, cash tried lit 'em up Regret that? Countin' my stack I had to wet