We've been dating for a week and now you're asking me if I love you I don't know what to say Hey, why don't we hit the hay I'll be you're love slave
I don't want to sit next to you. I can't believe you called me so soon. Don't try to justify what you did to me. You're just one of those troubled
Time away. I've thought this through. A full ashtray, I'm outside of you. I've been thinking, "Will she leave me?" My time alone and you are here
I want your boyfriend in a box so I can send him off. Somewhere far away so we'll be the way like we used to be. You want my girlfriend all tied up
Awake at ground zero. Another day wasting away. Nothing seems to matter. 'Cause nothing's ever changed. California dreamin'. Has never meant this
You said you've had enough, I've had it up to here but I'm still standing. Screaming as you fall, I'm making this point clear but you're not listening
Take this gun away. I'm not asking for sympathy. Staring at the screen. I'm not leaving so you won't win. I'm comfortable to let you go. Waiting
Just say goodbye. And close the door. Turn off the light. And pick up the pieces if you need them. This world is cold, but just know you're not alone
the Billboards for the number one spot King of the block - stop for a second to watch! Look and learn and loose your knot. No more bottles to pop, no
taking Make me king as we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring But superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, homie grows
keep the tulle tucked down in my waist For the radio disc jock I might pop 17 weeks till ya might fall off the chart Cause I truly gots no hearts King of hearts King
out your brains spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustin Fire breathin wicked shit melting microphones Blowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home
often My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights I brought somethin home to quiet the
: [Chorus] (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
it My trees don't doubt it, they green as a salad All American Express I never leave home without it I'll never go pop, Meth Man I'm bout it Whenever
the lives of him. Some wise, drive Chevy's with gold Dayton's in the Taj of 'em. But first let me tell you where son grown. Grew up 'round GD, CVL's,
box leftier often My pops left me an orphan My momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home
did this man? So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King.. the King of Crunk.. and King