Lyrics:
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
the way they act
The way they wore that gangsta hat
Tilted, rim laid flat out
Now that's the type of shit I'm talkin' about
Yeah, cigarette in one hand,
the way they act
The way they wore that gangsta hat
Tilted, rim laid flat out
Now that's the type of shit I'm talkin' about
Yeah, cigarette in one hand,
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought that $hort just might eat her
I told her like this, she can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
Just don?t ask question about Ciara and shit
You saw the video, you heard the radio
They said its me and see, you want it to be you and me
That was jus
just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib
my bag
Signin' my check and I'm countin' up paper Smokin' on hookah, I'm all about vapor
Bad bitches for days, I see her, I take her She like to be
on the planet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had lips like a ripe pomegranate
And I was crazy like Manson about her
She got me all choked up like Mama
Paul?
And my wife is all like "no, that ain't Paul,
Now tell me, who's this Paul?
She says "Oh, he's just some guy
Who goes to school with me
I sat
average Joe so she don't even trip about my late nights up in the studio
That shit was hard cuh
told me that she was more important
Because of the limited space and I should just forfeit
And your mother just sat there staring me like, "What dude?
a week on it, she's the most wanted,
She's a freak, but a freak that don't sleep on it,
Put a week on it, she's a freak on it,
She'll drive by, step
[Joe]
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I c-c-c-c-caught you
My dear, my dear, my dear
a molly
She eat it up like a vegetable (just like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in
She grip my testicles (she grip my testicles)
If anybody know about the trouble I bet Joe knows
And raw livin' it remind me,
Of the shit that I want to put behind me
I'm stayin' high for days
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Bad bitch
And I'm finna bend her like it's Futurama
Yes sir and she suck dick like she Sukihana
No sir , this ho don't deserve no Benihana
Just keep
Biden
Do a dance for me, long legs widen
Get a plastic bag, money keep piling in
Leave her face lookin like she just saw a ghost
Keep her face looking
she love me
Yeah she is a...
She all in my bed
She act like a hoe
She just want to fuck
I just want to kiss
I tell that little bitch
Lil baby let go
She
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
not a player, I just crush a lot (don't wanna be a player)
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
I love
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