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Still lookin' for the supa booty
Rump, chaser, rump snatcha
Huh, get 'em on camera
Call me a jockey
'Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
lakes
The parts of a body is found days later
The other half was done by an amputator
I'm undefeated in plenty fights
My enemies are beaten with many
of ya
Don't want to let go of ya

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Baby later on

After everything is settled down
We can talk
But for
of ya
Don't want to let go of ya

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Baby later on

After everything is settled down
We can talk
But for
of ya
Don't want to let go of ya

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Baby later on

After everything is settled down
We can talk
But for
her know that I want her
And I think that we're gonna
Have a good time

Baby, I admire the way you are
And we can sit by the bay and talk
When
Chocolate or Vanilla
Or ya somewhere in between
Like cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this
-- sayin'
Zaa za voo za za voo I can't make it
Va za va za voo za va see ya later
Vome zoo-za vome a-viddle oo vin
And he's right back out
lakes
The parts of a body is found days later
The other half was done by an amputator
I'm undefeated in plenty fights
My enemies are beaten with many
Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch
y'all ain't feel a nigga
Had it out with Chris he still my nigga
Sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz
So I ain't never been served get ya facts
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
long cigarette

What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
get a little bigger, the Lord is still with ya
Real spit so often I will get turned up
You're saucy and then you're corrupt
Just often and then
you all my life I don't know your name
(The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway)
We'll have a dance now see ya later
Pleased to meet ya - likewise,
monster

He talks to ya like he's alive
And when he talks like bees to a hive
The people come runnin, the older and the young'in
The place he lives in is
by the throat

Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not president
Well what do ya say

Ya see?
Richie: "So ya doin' good?"
Samantha: "Ya, I'm fine, how 'bout you?"
Richie: "How good could I be? I haven't seen you in three hours."
Samantha:
go
Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits and a later date, I'll
Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
As I hit another station on the radio
Tune out, turn off, see ya' later,
It's the same sad story everywhere I
[Chorus: x2]
I've been around the world I ya
Freak so many girls I ya
The women I done seen I ya
Some freaky little things I ya

Yo, ya bet
Yeah
Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about on this one
Sexy
Sexy as hell to me
Yeah

So let me tell ya 'bout a nigga I