down low so she knows I mean business And maybe we could talk this over Cause I could be your best bet Let alone your worst ex And let alone your
Jynx me something crazy Thinking if it's three then I'm as smooth as the skin rolls across the small of your back It's too bad it's not my style
hold me back) And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head This all was only wishful thinkin, this all was only wishful thinkin
song about you should have known on your way home [4 times throughout repetition without "should have known on your way home" during last time] Don't call my name out your
tell you it's something unforgivable Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends means you get what you deserve Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends
your, hold your breath (I know somethin that you don't know) Because you'll only make things worse Hold your breath Because you'll only make things worse Hold your
Think of all the fun you had. The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time. Think of all the days you spent alone with just your
all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em Up" like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto resource'll be pay back
your fit So I still tell myself I?m in love with you But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic I?m only telling you the truth,
fab Your clothes are very kitch Just because your daddy is rich You sound so funny with your voice all plummy Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your
good for me My future, could not see I had lost all my beliefs And gave up on all my dreams Then I went to church on Sunday And the pastor began to preach
all up Just to take one ride (With you) How I used to kick it on the front porch (With you) And how I used to lay back and smoke weed (With you) And all
run em and hoop But now off the court, back to my sport Rappin, the record that you just bought Put the tape in your deck, turn your Zap to fo' Rattle
with me baby girl On a trip around the world while I play with your curls Play with your titty nipples will that make your toes curl You a bad motherfucker baby it's your
radio is playin' Oh, I can't believe my ears And what everybody is sayin' Boy, I tell you folks don't know the half I would give it all up just to take
'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto resource'll be pay back
fab Your clothes are very kitch just because your daddy is rich You sound so funny with your voice all plummy Now your cheque's just bounced, better run to your
