shinin' grills of chrome Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own You're soft, and you know that we know it You try to hide it, but can't help but show
this pay) [Verse 2: 2Pac] I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in
, and the aftermath I don't give a damn and it shows And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So they all know me The lyrical lunatic, the maniac
's a word to those that robbed me I'll murder you Then I, run a train on Mobb Deep Don't fuck with me Nigga you barely living Don't you got sickle
know I ain't mad at cha You' just a little girl See mammas just a little girl (hey hey) [Chorus] *Repeat until fade* Mama don't know why And I
stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell
fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend
Yay Ive been feelin some type of way about her wanna wife her borderline I don't really like her Cause she like to play around and she know she got it
got dat Fi-Shit, to make yall muthafuckas blase one I mean choke sum purple, hydro Make ya jump when u hear dat intro Playa don't cha know It be dem
Who got dat Fi-Shit, to make yall muthafuckas blase one I mean choke sum purple, hydro Make ya jump when u hear dat intro Playa don't cha know It be dem
control (all control) I know you know (I know you know) You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck
really ready I said, are you really ready I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised I have the ice on, stuntin heavy I got a helluva flow,
heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage,
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch niggas know my stage, they don't fuck
Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck Clowny time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck Fuck
I never thought I answer an executive club see a sexy strip dancer and get expensive with love cuz to love someone you don't know it really ain't smart
L-I-Y-A-H, rippin' up the stage I got jazz personality, jeep mentality, beats for soul train Bridge: So Mr.DJ keep the music groovin (keep on groovin) Don't stop movin' (don't
back through my drawers. Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her. Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're - I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to