Lyrics:
And I'm ready to take u there
I gotta whole lotta love to share
I know you're down 4 me
Break
I will give u anything
And I will do anything
Anything u want
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
a muthafucking starboy
But I'm not Abel don't confuse me with that star boy
It's Gary Soulz homie
Go ahead remember the fella's name
The one you know that make
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
Do you remember back in old L.A. (Wo-oh-oh)
When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Wo-oh-oh)
Whatever happened to the boy next door,
Suntanned,
no Regrets
Victor, sir
Go for Victor
Four of the five are here
Received
Sir, four of the five have arrived The fuck do you mean four out
Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been, Charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife, she's the joy of my whole life
nature
Looking for some magic, I'll take ya
So sit back, relax and let me lick ya
I was raised by 2LiveCrew, so just imagine what I do
If you got into
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
to get boy
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
All Out, All Out
Yo, you better do what I say yo
Get this through your head-o
Long time comin', but waitin
forgot to ask you how you do that
Meet me by the ventilator baby, need to catch my breath for real
Cuz if I ever catch you slippin', Imma take a toke
does it feel?)
Ah-ha-ah-ha (Shit it feel great, baby)
I never been to South Beach 'til I got the DMV
I just want you to know that my boy
Man
I ain't got no motherfuckin’ friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) You know
tell by my lingo
I'm from the other side of town
Across the tracks, you can catch me, yeah
I'm from the other side of town
Yeah, yeah
Remember me
(Aye My Boy Astro That's You, Cook Sum Up)
Oh my 4x4 i heard that you be take the keys
I be living dangerous and you know i got to pray before i
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
the word and
I'ma give you what you want, uh
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes
To save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy
Grab a girl
Time is waiting
walk in
You gonna have to leave that bullshit at the door (At the door!)
No need for that
No need for that
I'm a East Side Long Beach
Crip flockin' 4
on a beach in L.A. fuckin' fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad
A complicated architectural computer
Program they asked
Her: "Do you know Autocad?" Internally, my
Mom was like "Autocad? What the hell is
Autocad? We use pencil
he can try now
Pull up with some guys that can pull up with a nine out
Shit can hit the fan take his girlfriend to Dubai now
You can go and tell him by
got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it take place
If you short on my money, your ass is gettin' filleted
There's four major
feeling nice
Now im tryna catch you rolling by the beach side
We could catch a vibe and baby do it by beach side
Watch the waves wash up under
bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie
For tellin' fortunes better than they do
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