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found the perfect voice
paranoia key of E

Let's say everything he says is true
you love me but I cheat on you
And in my bedroom is a female zoo
She fell in love with a dope boy
Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy
Big body Benz for that dope boy
Love every tattoo on that dope boy
colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott Larock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step to adjust
peep game
South beach making love on the rooftop
Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott
I'm just a nigga with a attitude
Earning
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
[Eve]
Keep it shaking cali keep it quaking
'Cause the ryders got me bringin home the bacon
Show me love and it wasn't no mistakin
That I would
a flicks of lipstick
I'll love you forever, 'cause you know me better
For the record, at one time, would have married you in a second
But killed all our
Girl there go that motherfucker Esham
Hell, gia, girl, he fucked me
And Betty, he fucked me
And Betty, he fucked me
And Betty, he fucked me
And told
Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking
Cause the Ryders got me bringing home the bacon
Show me love, and it wasn't no mistaking
That I would
she'll roll over in a solid gold casket
When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
Cause he was the champion, as the champion he was my idol
Yo, they took
show-off I'll be beating when I roll off
Pumping Jill Scott number seven in front of the seven-eleven
Grab some magnum protection gonna be some sexin'
Wrap
a tune 
And inna di country 
A lotta girls dem say 
Dem love we
A look pon di girls dem 
Nice and sweet 
Dey give me 
Tea permittee
Within a di
Michigan
She say she love her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches
Michigan
She say she love her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my b****es
blood sufficient for what ails ya
Makes scores of saints sing praises like mahalia
Vital signs were flat lined in the earth three days time then
He rose
Yo, yo, yo a nigga like me is in this here rap game
Niggaz actin like Mr. Cheeks ain't the same 
But first of all I make cash moves outta state
dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!! 
Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre 
We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way) 

[Chorus]

So in two
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
Game throw his money in the sky

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money
In the back, I relax with all
gives me powder he has faith in Nas'
Ambition's to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't
you left 
Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A" 
This dude wants to leave me a massage, he's gay! 
Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre 
We
point on, I say we're on for the night 
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice 
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee 
I say, "Please