Lyrics:
creep around, bring back disease what if next time it is H.I.V
Dour baby mummas, eight kids and no work
You can play strong but I know that it hurt
You
it
And you better never forget it's your boy J who wrote this
'Cause you and I, are friends for life, for eternity, I promise
Day by day
Day by day,
Yea, Yea
Mmmmm, mmm, R.H.I.L.L. mmm, mm
Huh, huh
That's right; I'm from another planet
Area 51 is where I landed and I'm stranded
I ain't got no time
raised him Enoch said
Wake him not let him sleep how should this child
Remember this?' and kiss'ed him in his cot.
But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt
SQ'in baby, Sqalla back at cha squadron
Gotta gat for them boyz and
Holla back at cha boy bitch
Holla back at cha boy biitttch!
I pass up the block in
toxic
Fantasies of falling asleep in the garage with the car running
I'm not frontin, I'm jumping off the balcony and boy I'm not stuntin, you want
baby, oakland town
Can't understand why I'm so down I'm not a white wall, I'm a vogue like seen
On white wheel I roll got a fresh new beat, made ya get
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
I can see that you're wandering, lost on your way to me
Hear your thoughts, you're still pondering if this life is the place to be
But, baby, lift
a thot)
I was the prime-boy kept up in a box
You blaming your cargo, that baggage a lot,
Got me burning tobacco, thinking that I've lost
I reckon my mind
not yet lost. I know this to be true
Because I have walked the path with the one
Every man wishes he had by his side
Intelligent, sexy...more important
nigga that done been around the world sixty-one times (I want you for very long)
Coke Boy, baby
I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was
I'm a beast, I'm a creature
I'm the son of Miss Cita
Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason
She the reason
Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva
Not even
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
niggas flexin', I pistol whip the boy that bring the message
Police interrogate me, man fuck the shit, am I arrested?
If not then let me go cuz bitch I
giving us something they gone feel baby
No rotation but minorities blame me daily maybe
I just might not stop because we keep on rocking
Might be drought
on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta
on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta
York, the light in my baby's eyes
Baby it's Christmas time
And it's cabs by the park
Girls after dark
Boys in the bars
Breaking every heart
Every year I
boy
You know you knocked out
You do not wanna box boy
Everybody know that you a fuck boy
And everybody know you like to fuck boys
That ain't even
not?
Love me, or leave me show me you need me
Is you gon' love me boy, boy, boy?
By now you know it's over
Might as well call the corner
How does it
talking bout on first base
Ralph Lauren, with my boys by my side
In hard times, you know these h-town vibes
A water man plans to get dolla’s
Get commas,
$hort baby, I don't play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my
Tryna see some healing baby
Yeah I'm tryna see some healing baby
Healing baby
He's just a lover boy, looking for fun and joy
He's been wandering round
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