much for the movies Some lady smacked Jerry, say what? Sue me! [Chorus] [Bridge:] (Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.! Houston! And New York City! And
him you would find a friend so keep your eyes peeled Sorry if I cuss, but it's the suffering that I feel Who can I trust, and if I bust, will she snitch
But anyway, what's happenin with my moms? She gave me a message for you: She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next week
] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, touchin
Gun shots rang like it's thunder And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number Says she got a man but she's lying Why? I seen her talking
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessy and
see you remiscin and I hope you listenin In the position to pressure and offer competition Me and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely Cause now it's on for you and
a mighty long motherfuckin time for you to be comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga) We been gettin along fine just without you Me, my brother, and
: (Cutting and scratching) She's a part time a part time part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time part time She's a (part time mutha
grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
a bottle But I'm drinking from a can And she's always seeing people And I'm always on my own But she's right here begging Saying "take me home" "Take me home
a comedian and i'm made from a piece of him i know i don't have to fight so slow of an afterbite that nobody has a clue that she did what she had to
to be touchin' all on her big ol' ass, and all she did was laugh. And if you try to tell him, he'd get mad and wanta scrap. And if he thought anybody
really plain and simple black is bad and good is white the life I'm forced to live or should I say the life I lead It's to materialistic and my goals
I gave Game hits and told me to suck dick Start screamin Westside and Dre ain't say shit!!! Now we just eat off him, and when I talk to Em A smile comes
I'm laughin cuz she kissed him in the mouth and gave him herpes That just makes him of 50s niggas wants to murk me? Niggas found my truck and broke it
though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this kick There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe But she
Boys Up In Oldsville Was Breakin Him Off Can You Picture Him In A Jar, Ni**As Jokin Him Up, Treatin Him Like A Pin Cushion, Pokin Him Up He Came Home