Lyrics:
to certain people, right?
And they're like, yo, you know what I mean?
It's like, I tell them, yo, we're tryna flip that word "nigga"
And show them that
want you
I'm right here baby I won't lose
Right here
Like you
Right here
I'm by you
Wrong or right
Just live yo life
Don't lose yo mind
Baby, I'll try
Hey I pray that you come home
9 1 1 dial pick up the phone
Judge by the book sticks and stones
You got to live with the truth when you all alone
Yo
panties to the side Ali hit once then I'ma have to hit twice
Damn baby why you do that no face no case but by ya waist they know who that
N ion need to know
tienen PIN
Por nadie llora, a to'a la' relacione' pone fin
¿Cómo se siente, cómo se siente? (Siente)
Baby, del uno al die', yo te doy un veinte
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
it her hair
Don't cry to me baby
I don't care
Nobody gives a fuck about your life
Talk yo shit, yeah
No matter if you wrong
Or if you right
Talk yo
goin' postal
I got the juice
Just call me O-Dog
Wrong movie baby, that booty baby
I swear it do somethin' to me baby
Left hand
Let me see, no jewelry baby
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
me
Baby play that guitar
Play for me
Pick, flick and pluck your strings for me
Baby play that guitar
Yo, Yo, She got my back
So she's nice when I
You can bring yo girlfriend too
We can keep it on the cool
Menage-a-Trois
[Baby Bash]
Down and dirty
Rough and rugged dog
Nasty but you love it
a date
A little crazy y'all knew that
Its Trini think I'm lil Yatta you can't get yo boo back
Go 'head i'm finna snatch him by his durag
He looking then he
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
White, let's get back into
The hall of fame, come on
Yo, yo
It's like we all just beads on a string
Son is blind like a boxer
That bleed in the ring
From
Pulling up absurdly Like my jersey had a 30 on it
Put some focus on you baby
Plan the future w u baby
(Uh uh) Water to yo seed lil baby I wan see you bloom
get yours
Bout to make yo' ass love it
Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in
love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I need to be free with you tonight
I need your
wouldn't let me leave
He ran up quick behind me asking, "Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?"
Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School
I
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
motha' fuckin friend baby
(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it
Na
Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna
Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this
Nigga this is
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
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