You dont really want to get involved in my life its kinda scary like a slurpee brain frezze, you dont really want to taste more than the first kiss,
Thanks to markb604@hotmail.com for these lyrics. If I'm not the crack of the cork Across the room like a four alarm And the shot in the arm Some kind
Hey mister I really like your daughter I'd like to eat her like ice cream, Maybe dip her in chocolate Hey mister on your way to work, In your Volvo
Sitting in an empty house On a simple chair in the corner Of an empty room, on a wooden floor With nothing between here And where I came from Except
you lie and cheat i might have to beat you you stab my back i might put the heat to you dont drag your feet you know you have to face me its not just
soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and
: I may not seem your ideal when you look into my eyes I don't smoke, I don't tell jokes, I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you out on
a droute, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about? Grinder, baller, hustler, servin customers
: (feat. Drag-On, The LOX) [Drag-On] I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don
: Diamonds and fast cars Money to burn I got my head in the clouds I got these thoughts to churn Got my feet in the sand I got a house on the hill
to Paris At the Hilton stickin foreign objects in Paris I'm very paranoid tell me what they asked you, splash you Nuke you like fast food, splatter you
scam I see the thieves in the van, I can't beat the man Still monster ballin', eatin', speakin' ebonics Wit foreign cars, custom made clothes and chronic
custom paint you got Straight up outta magazine on the block Baby come to my shop, girl you safe around the way wid me Just watch how fast shawty goes
I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the grrrrrrr
: (feat. Cassidy) [Verse 1] I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey I got the product, narcotics for customers homey Feins open they be smoking like a muffler
me, ego Risk worth taking risk worth leaving Seems i'm still afraid to promise Too big to stop too big to hold on Trade up for the fast ride Trade your
: I bought a brand new airmobile, it was a custom made, it was a flightning deal. With a powerful motor and a hide away wing, push in on the button,
Don't Even Have To Ask Twice You Could Have My Heart Or We Can Share It Like The Last Slice Always Felt That You So A Custom To The Fast Life Having
