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circles like I don't care
One shoe off, the other one on
Cause I threw the damn shoe the night that you were gone
I'm in the mood, I'm in such a mess
My
at a freestyle
Meanwhile I'm manufactured by Profile
Mel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftly
They can't touch you and they can't get with me
I'm the King with
chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only
chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only
murderous syllable shit right now
Just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
sessions, I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes
man I was ready to go. And they had Mel call me, they said
"yo Capitol pulled
through 
And what do we do 
When we're all dressed up and in the mood 
We step
To what
A steppers groove 
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
through 
And what do we do 
When we're all dressed up and in the mood 
We step
To what
A steppers groove 
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only
chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only
chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only
Top of the food chain, its just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue range, I'm working with new change
A Gemini nigga with mood
I don't give a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these
motherfucker
With my hand, nigga, the thirstiest motherfucker
Disperse of you, motherfucker, yeah, motherfucker
Pimpin in the Cutlass, I don't care,
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
The club
Why
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East, 
well then why
a rhyme then Canibus spits, Like
Ha ha ha ha ha
I eat eat eat rhymes, niggas don't be understanding that shit
Why you think I went and put a fucking mic
to ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid
Give a shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East, 
well then why
my name

I think I need my own parade

It’s MursDay baby and don’t it sound so crazy
Come on and hop on the bandwagon
Grown men for the win no
Dear Diary 

Mood: Apathetic 

My life is spiraling downward 
I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry
through 
And what do we do 
When we're all dressed up and in the mood 
We step
To what
A steppers groove 
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
tired of sneakin' in 
Lyin' 'bout where I've been 
How long can this go on 
Pretendin' to love someone who just don't turn me on

And every time I
I don't give a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these