cards Nobody brings me flowers I'm just here for operations I've been out for hours When I come to I'll wet my bed 'Cos when I get mad I sink so low
down South like to shake that ass! They so fine, I can't take it They gots to freak it, they gots to shake it [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] I love
when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like
] [Verse 4: Brother Marquis] I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend I ain't got no ends, but I wanna see the skins I want mine for the low price I heard
sound! [Verse 3: JT Money] In this type of M-U-S-I-C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals, but I'm the better master Who
pads? I'm ready to get my freak on, girl, I don't know about you ... I'm not a player no more, girl ... naw, I just crush a lot ... [Verse 3: Brother
for eternity? See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child Actin wild, cause that was the stlye But as I grew older, I learned the deal Because
I'm not to be fucked with My my rep is impeccable, my rep is impeccable My rep my rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with I'm so I'm so hot even
here say wetin I go do wetin I go say to make your love make e no waka away if I ever tell a lie walahi make I kpai I dey so sorry baby walahi talahi I
baby by my old girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican His next of kin, no remorse
Bone) Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all
loco shit My pistols smoke yo shit Lets go for dolo bitch And watch me flow yo shit Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces like tellikenises It's like a chess game
: Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all
of The iller-fied pimping-ass gang to bang to And I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to Niggas know, when I flow, I can give you mo' Get sicker
you sleep I got her sneakin out Tupac ain't nuttin nice I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief
my tombstone put "Nob' was raw" Outlaw 'til I'm under the floor For Kadafi the Prince I stack dough like I clocked all the bricks With a watch on
how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin
baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him I sexed his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican His next of kin, No remorse