still and watch the world blow up 'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up 'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up 'Cause I can
posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss Which means nobody getting over me I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries [Hook:] And we stunting like
and my mens's bout to take over with a vengeance Watch your spot cause we hot to trot See we plottin for the top spot and that's what we got Now we hold
you And you know it's true (yeah) I'm crazy for you It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you And you know it's true (yeah) I'm crazy for you
bills (ya'll) Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills (ya'll), And thats why my outfit match my new whip, And thats why the new whip match my new crib, And
: (feat. Madonna) See which flavor you like and I'll have it for you Come on in to my store, I've got candy galore Dont pretend you're not hungry, I
I make it rain on yo ass Like I brought my child {big munny} I brought him to the {big munny} One day you could be broke and break over a pocket full
deadly certain His thoughts for me weren't kind A switchblade in his pocket Murder on his mind Blessed St. Theresa the whore of Babylon Madonna and
admired oriental frame of mind and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine -- "This mental space is occupied and
in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple [Lil' Cease] A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit You better come
my motion, strollin' Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise Roll
P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block Then turn around and do the
fraud like hardcopy I know click and shoot like paparazzi With the never conclusive euro language of usage Street persona, my thought is blacker than the pre-madonna Far and
I think you wanna' come over, yeah I heard it through the grapevine. Are you drunk or you sober? Think about it, doesn't matter and if it makes you feel
come The red and gold has put its spell on? me And old man winter's gonna come You know he keeps on blocking off the sun Cold wind is howling and there
(Don't you feel sorry, don't you feel sorry...) Broken like a crooked smile A little hunched over but I walked that mile I've woken from a fuzzy dream
Celebration I think you wanna come over Yeah I heard it through the grapevine Are you drunk or you sober? Think about it, doesn't matter And if it makes
sake she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place and she want me to cum all over her damn face I never