it like a rodeo I miss my fende chick, used to be a wendys bitch I had to supersize her now she looking proper The price of good pussy ain't always worth it It
: Hot shit! K young Komplex on the track For the clubs - yes it is! I like it... All the rainy days we've ever had, We're just gonna leave them in
: Its k young... hood productions dj dokker, philo wat it do... verse 1 girl i hear your high heels clicking on the dance-floor and them flashing stroll
like my freak You know what to do To please me (vibekingz) I, I, I've been missing you all week All week Baby My, my newly super freak (it's k-young)
K-Young) Whoah oh oh oh (Lets do this) Shorty you've got skill I like the way your bodys movin Let me keep it real Ima show you how to do it Baby when
You Still In Love With You L.O.V.E Young Berg (Verse 1) Girl Its So Crazy So Sexy And Its All Cool The Way You Do What You Do Come Here Baby Come
now! Uh! Give it to me! Uh! Give it to me now! [Chorus: Brother Marquis] PSK, we makin' that green Bitches always say what the hell does it mean? P
run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Tryin it, mixed it
trained, simple and plain We number one motherfucker bout to do it again Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop
all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k son Dyin luck none supply us with
of crack sales, young black males Unable to change cause it's a cycle Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro Big
Westside baaaaby Aight f**k it, we gone flip some new s**t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it
President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**
they part Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start (How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it
's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes
my A-K. Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things I did Wishin' someone held me but they never did. I can't take it will I make it to my older