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the fan, and that nigga be your man
And get caught red hand with a half a pelican
What do you do? Don't stall
Spring him and buy more
It's the code
it off you got it
Got more than what it take baby to make a N-I-double G-A drop
So when you wanna take it off, please girl don't you stop
36-24,
it off you got it
Got more than what it take baby to make a N-I-double G-A drop
So when you wanna take it off, please girl don't you stop
36-24,
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
balance again
And who wants that?
Balance
How much happiness can you take?
You will take that much sadness
So, do you want happiness or balance?
What Is
It's burning - It makes you mad
Geronimo's Cadillac
Oh baby I'll hold you back
It's tossing and turning
It's burning - It makes you sad
So Sad....
Since kicking in the womb
I drank so much tea
I wrote my letters in kanji
Around the block I walked and walked
Pretending you were with me
Not
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
then clouds while we puffin on this loud
Smoking so much weed so let me show you how
Gotta clean the bong make sure see thru clear
No dirty ass bongs no
Days are getting rainy
Just like a drunk driver
Keeps a little river in your head
Let's go so we don’t get long
This is the battlestyle!
How you
much
I don't know what to say no more
I just want to do the foreplay by four
Make you feel things that you can't ignore
You gon' want that shit by
between us, ready to blow
And we're out of time, about to explode
Burning up inside my soul (so-oh-oul)
Desire quenched by fire
Rising from the dead in
Um-hu yeah I mean that
The Holy Ghost burning in me like it’s phoenix
To the demons Michael Jackson you can beat it
When you saved everything is much
Give it to em Sikk
Bars
Float
Ughh
Give it to em
You talking so much
But aint saying shit
Like fuck is you on
These drugs got me lit
Im high
Give it to em Sikk
Bars
Float
Ughh
Give it to em
You talking so much
But aint saying shit
Like fuck is you on
These drugs got me lit
Im high
on and give it to me
Calling all the ladies to the front
Fellas, back up and watch
Them move that butt, uh
I got so much love, I want to give it to you
Give it
labelled a wack
And yo, they choose behind my back to do the Duckville quack
My style is cool, sweet like a ???
But still (what?) you gossip like a bitch
What more can I do?
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My life
(Look at my life)
(See what I see)
What more can I say to you
You
What more can I do?
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My life
(Look at my life)
(See what I see)
What more can I say to you
You
There so much live for
There for
Here's more from a woman
All woman
Keep the rumors
To Your
Self
The over blown
Home grown
Not known
Fools who
blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze
So much flava , so much style
You're driving me wild , you're driving me
Oh so sexy, I like your style.
You're driving me wild, you're driving me
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
a black unarmed
Another smile from the face of a corporate spawn
We give more than we get
We give more than we get
How much more can we give?
How much more
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