dealin' with the females What you got they want, cash is what they need Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed But you meet a freak, you try to turn
guest is a faithful cheater)? Ain't no rings on ya finger, is we fuckin' or what? Pack a overnight bag and steal your man's truck. She told me "Guns turn me
Before I make mistakes just for my family stake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me
your broad with a big dick, didn't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn
a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous For playin' me y'all shall forever remain nameless (You don't know what
young Live fast and die young Livin' fast, now it's all in the rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on my '57, nigga with a attitude Me
it But it takes a lot for me to admit I'm wrong, yeah But I'll do whatever to save my home 'cause I can't go back, back and forth, in and out, out the
nothin' to fool with They call me Fire Mashall, I shut this shit down Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round I am also the opposite of what
same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched 'Cause we don't know anymore, what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap Is
my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch hehe. I'm stupid but I won't get my drama on what I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally
) And you already know what's on my mind (Mind) It's goin' down now (It's goin' down now) And I don't need no background music, girl I turn it loud
it's never too late for that lovin my sexy babe something always telling me 'save prayers before dawn' cos what happens when I'm with you makes me
a sword CHORUS ** Laughter ** "Oh yeah" **echoed** "You make me.." **laughter** "Oh yeah" **echoed** "Get on it" "You make me.." **laughter** "Oh yeah" **echoed** "You make me
me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out! They dumb out, you heard of me They call me big homie! Me I make the register
is your ear Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves I'm 80's man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back
In the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it I'm still here for y'all right now man This is what I gotta say, right here dog Yeah, turn me up
Okay, whoa, there, whoa, there Is you noodle, cock-a-doodle Are you crazy, crazy, crazy, bitch? You knock a couple screws loose? I know what time it is