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me here I am (Girl I'm for real)

Baby, there's nothing I won't do (Nothin' I won't do)
(Remix, remix, remix)
To spend my life with you (Spend my
it down, finish, give it back up
Wash the dick off while she roll the kush sack up

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we
bring back my man Craig Mack
 
Aye yo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
As the dumbest motherfucker alive figure you gon'
down that line

And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road
I got a full grown creeping out on my tail
And I
Won't you tell me you still feel the same?
Give me your love back again

Bring it back again
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back again
Bring it
the things you said to me)
You took my everything (now I'm coming for you)

I won't back down
I will not bow
(I've come to bring you hell)
And I can't forget
the boat
Just you the weather and I gave up hope
But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps
Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs
Still
defeat
Don"t need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away

Hatred fuels my blood
I'll burn ya down (You can't help me)
One king to watch
defeat
Don"t need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away

Hatred fuels my blood
I'll burn ya down (You can't help me)
One king to watch
ahead of the pack
Chop top deuce, Saturday night
Flames shootin' outta the back
Switchblade, don't cut him off
He won't cut you no slack
He'll cut you
defeat
Don't need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away

Hatred fuels my blood, I'll burn ya down (you can't help me)
One king to watch
bring back my man Craig Mack
 
Aye yo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
As the dumbest motherfucker alive figure you gon'
nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
Hold the game you fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like
better count my presence as they down time
I gotta move around, don't have no f*** around time

So, you better just get on back
just (incoherent scats)
can't nobody do it
Quite, like this (ay!)
Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact
Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in the back
And you
the St. Louis blues, I got the blues, oh

St., St. Louis woman won't you come on back to me
Come on back, go down, go down, uh, go down, go down
Oh babe,
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
and I'll be your protection

[Chorus: 3LW]
It's either you will
Either you won't
Sometimes you do
Sometimes you don't
Sometimes it's yes
Other times
the blues
I got the blues, the St. Louis blues, I got the blues, oh

St., St. Louis woman won't you come on back to me
Come on back, go down, go down, uh,
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
Don't
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that

I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.

Lyrics made of lead
can't nobody do it
Quite, like this (ay!)
Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact
Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in the back
And you
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
Don't
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop
Don't
trying but I'll never get threw
Circles bring me back to you

Everything I do, I think of you
No matter how I try, I can't get by...
These circles,