I woke up this morning My girl was not inside Not inside my billfold She'd done me wrong alright We've been all night a rockin' At the house of blue night
feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat I'
Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef Backed up by a glass of Sweet T And you know my theme song, uhh, that ding-a-long So just call me "ball park" '
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind Give me little time, help me clear up me mind Give me Red wine because it make me feel fine Mek me feel fine all
So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on me
always told me be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts She came and stood right by me The smell of sweet perfume This
feet anymore Tell me if I'm right This is killing me baby It makes me wanna cry The message you're sending me, baby Tears me up inside, tell me where Where are all
long stack higher than giraffe ass I used to drive space ship so I landed wrong on some ugly shit E.T with a bandana on [? ] Hangin out the right side
up like Bruce Lee, I'm too sweet And gettin groupies like honeymoon suite (ha) And all these MC's want a piece of me But ya, playin yourself like reality
I stumble like I'm gonna fall She's right there at my beck and call She's my wonder woman, wonder one What she can't do, can't be done (Make me feel
that I'm a sweet lick, boy you trippin that's a dummy mission, end up missin. face on a milkcart do you feel me? 200 in the AR, bullets flippin. I ain
I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health I should've looked again babe at somebody else Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong Feelin
come all, we can all have a ball When it's summertime and we all feel fine [CHORUS] (It's all good) Yeah (In the summertime) Say what? (It's all good
me nigga, I'm knowin Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty not sixty-forty [Jay-Z] Oh God, don't let him control y'all Your gun is
shirts Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt So, I stuck five and that made ten Shit two roosters and only one hen Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
real decision Wowowowowowo Gimme one vision Hey No wrong, no right I'm gonna tell you there's no black and no white No blood, no stain All we need is
: He's drunk again, it's time to fight She must have done something wrong tonight The living room becomes a boxing ring He's time to run when you
scared Craving purity A fragile mind and A gentle spirit That day, that day What a marvellous mess This is all that I can do I'm done to be me Sad, scared
