gang of B.G. to work the shit for me A team with a little Terrance and a little g Alfred, Onry and Billy Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree So when my nigga
: I back the fuck out the bitch quick cause these hoes ain't shit they good for open mix shit i put they mind on my dick gotta put my ???, keep my hoes
road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One says she's a friend of mine Take
like it qirl I can see that you want it baby Let's dip fenna make you crazy In the back of ma truck with the windows up That's the way I role baby We
it hush. hush. So I say just, Lick my lollipop Baby, lick my lollipop, Lick my lollipop, You can lick my lollipop, Lick my lollipop Baby, licki licki
mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level
simply gonna try you, crazy I wanna be your lover I really need to stand you, baby I wannt be your lover I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby
:] I can be a gentleman a gangsta The bitch done chose I send me orders to put hoes In niggaz and hoes My wrist all froze from flip side poles Fein share on my
tlive life to da fullest cuz thats whats its all about mothin cant break my stive notin cant take my shine cuz im Jacki.. When its mine (you crazy) Clevage (crazy
:] You don't pay me no attention But you don't care enough But you don't know what you got till it goes missing Where is my quality time Staying in every bed but mine
: My baby, she's crazy, she's lazy So she's always bummin' around Girls in France don't stand a chance 'Cos I've always got my baby around So, don't
a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Get out my face, hoe! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I don't give my
I'm tired, the bitches are suckin' A double team with a friend of mine Luke's in front and I'm behind Just ridin' you like a pony While you suck my dick
richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
... ghosts Feel me? [Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was
make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big(??) To my brother in the barrio, you
good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy
He learned his values on the streets at an early age Watch for police Don't come home (why) 'Coz mammas acting crazy At the hospital 'Bout to have another baby