Lyrics:
we do is tune them out
Here's a couple of things I can't honor man
How you listen to a girl who still want to man
Tell me the truth is that a man
the thing to do is throw your arms around him! Hold him close to
You! Look him straight in the eyes! And then you tell him you tell him, you
Say "now baby
to the mo'
It really don't matter how I get you in my low
Just hop in, let's go
And let your friends know!
Do ya thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
on do your thing mama
Just enjoy yourself
You ain't gotta be all by yourself
You're not lookin' for a man
You just want a special friend
To lend a helpin'
always win
The things you say
And the things you do
You act like it won't come to an end
You need to realize
Easily you can be left alone
Tighten it
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
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PART ONE (Deserve It)
[Verse 1: The Enlightened]
Girl your body's bouta make me wanna do things,
Girl your body's gonna make me do some new
beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins
I'm loyal to the game
I do my thing respect my
on the daily how you do the things you do
Man to woman I ain't got a clue though, oh no
Girl I'm so mesmerized, I'm even mystified
Your perfection shows in
bitch
And I was digging that down since '96 shit
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go
a sassy li'l thing come see
I can bring ya to your knees
Do you like these hips
Do you want these lips
Do you want a sassy li'l thing like me
I'm a sassy
A healthy man owes to the sick all that he can do for them
An educated man owes to the ignorant all that he can do for them
A free man owes to the world's
Baby won't you love your heart
Take a look at all the little things
Baby won't you look at the stars
And I will show you all your pretty little things
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
and try to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing they use your name in vein
But I guess
me
Y'all Johnny come lately, I was on time
On the road like white lines
Readin' all signs
Cleanin' off knives after tallyin'
What was taken
Your man
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
don't trust nothing but my scale
Speaking of way too much
I bust a bail to all 1-12s
Hustle by myself
I can tell that I won't tell
I see
what to do
But try to play it cool
Baby, I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
You've been in a mood, you've been givin'
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
on it so the shit won't spoil
Then I pause... and ask God why
Did he put me on this Earth, just so I could die
I sit back and build on, all the things I
If your stomach got a broken heart, man
Eyes that won't quit leaking, and A mind that won't quit thinking
Feet that won't quit walking, and A heart
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