all of the points I try to make You think you already got it figured out how many times, how many ways? again and again I try to explain forget it
H-Town Forget it, I ain't even goin that route (fuck it) I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it (love it) I hold it down, never bound, out
Once again it's me representin', comin' straight from the streets Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G. Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up
it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's Hittin' your home up
As they follow each other back up the hill. Sara, Sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life, Sara, Sara, Radiant jewel, mystical wife. Sleepin' in the woods by a fire
: I could see that the sun it was deadly She's putting her hand in the fire Her velvety skin it was cooking Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry
deep freeze Love is a fire of flaming brandy Upon a crepe suzette Let's get this romance cooking, honey But let us not forget Life is a minestrone Served up
these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, I'm chasin the paper, it' simple im bout my bread, I cock it and pop it your white
It's the place that I I forget my life But do I? I'll let you tear it up If you don't wake me up But if you tear it, We can't repair it So please don
the meter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute but now im home, Kids forget me for being a rolling stone, Please forgive me let me polish it up
love? 'Cause you know I think we're starting to forget Have you ever wondered What went wrong? Though we rose from the mud We're drowning in the flood It
my voice what it takes to speak up, speak up and keep my conscious clean when I wake Don't make this easy I want you to mean it, Jasey (Say you mean
in you brings out the man in me. It's the woman in you and the finer parts of your anatomy. But baby, stronger than the wind burn in the fire out
we never needed Any more than this Any more than this And every time I try to pick it up Like falling sand As fast as I pick it up It runs away through
hands As they follow each other back up the hill. Sara, Sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life, Sara, Sara, Radiant jewel, mystical wife. Sleepin' in the woods by a fire
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house