just for a while. Let's make it happen. Don't waste any time. And now I need to find out. What you're about so come over tonight let's sort this
't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin Hoes catchin masturbation, shit's a trip But I
coock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I
your house Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should
bust that shit [Verse 2] I'll never happened to me that's what I always said now I'm locked down 50 thou that's for bail I think I'm going to spend it
it What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and
enough I just wanna be over, and over, over... Call with your boy. Now that you are here with me Baby, let's do it right Lady you know just what I need
or I." "I don't think I understand." "Neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I mean, a lot of things are really unclear for me right now." "That's interesting. Now
hands) Let's get dirrty (that's my jam) I need that, uh, to get me off Sweat until my clothes come off It's explosive, speakers are pumping (oh)
ends where you used to chill I know them putting some punks on over kill Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build Now you've been waiting patiently
after i die But thats not important Moneys more important And understand i been in that water like i was snorklin Understand i been in that water
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality
be worse that's why I'm Clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack, Like
without Marlilyn's music But I figure I make my music I don't care if you use it To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it! Now the parents
drawers and all that How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll) Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name
