seat Left me there, walked into the night Now I didn't mind picking up the pieces Sorting out the gear waiting for the light But standing there on the hard shoulder
wanna keep it right, look A real nigga is hard to come by, believe it [B.G.] Girl I can't believe you, how you gon Turn around and bite the hand that
please don't desert me now don't you leave me stranded now i need a friend please don't desert me now you've gotta show me mercy when i'm helpless show
under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell
comes up, every night We party and we party 'til daylight I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know I'm really really gettin into your freak show
2:] You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his
make the jizm I'm a jerk [R.L.] I e-mailed you, tried the cell too Tried to contact you But I failed too Pants swelled too What should I do? Touch myself
you get too close Im gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should
sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin I'm nice Ya heard me? Watch flooded no more room for ice Ya heard me? Niggas be on tv struttin' hard And in
Hotel motel, make you wanna cry Lady do the hard sell, know the reason why Gettin' old, gettin' grey Gettin' ripped off, underpaid Gettin' sold, second hand
motel Make you wanna cry Lady do the hard sell Know the reason why Gettin' old Gettin' grey Gettin' ripped off Under-paid Gettin' sold Second hand That
yes y'all [Put them hands in the air, y'all!] [Yo, now put them hands in the air y'all] Waddup, Brook-LYYYYYYYYYYYYYN!! [Common:] And just clap your hands
My Sierra, I'll give you more than a shoulder to cry To believe, there's a place where we both live forever and we'll go If you'll just take my hand
(YOUR EGO?) I'ma show you how it go {*scratch 'go'*} Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you With my hands on you I wouldn't be feelin you Yeah
star And everybody?s in show biz, it doesn?t matter who you are And for those who are successful be always on your guard Success walks hand in hand with
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head
you lookin!.. [Verse 4: Wish Bone] I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know im in the streets, I aint hard
talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin