Lyrics:
the mirror and can't have faith with the man in front of me
But see that's where you and I don't agree but I don't give a damn
I believe in you but I can't
wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Relax and take notes,
While I'm put you up on game
Get
of the monster funk
Puff a little bit of the monster funk
Man shut the fuck up!
on the trigger of his Baby Mac
Time to give a Newtonian demonstration
Of the bullet hits mass and it's acceleration
Nine in my left, AK in my hand
I roll up
to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uh,
my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Hey rich Homie?
Thats You? Leggo
See, I walked in with two cups
Feeling like the man of the year
(man of the year) and a broke nigga can’t
this be?
These transgressions and the trials you know
I'm a smile his favor on me
Hey, lift up your hand and
Do you little dance
To spread the joy
mother had her by the hand
Well, I watched my baby leave, her mother had her by the hand
I'd give anything I have, just to see my little girl again
the hand
Well, I watched my baby leave, her mother had her by the hand
I'd give anything I have, just to see my little girl again
with Mr. Romance
Kiss and hold hands my every day is a chance
The man in the mirror is urging me to think a little clearer
A much bigger script than
this
I aint no fuckin trick
You a fuckin bitch
Im a fuckin pimp
Cane in my hand
Stick on my hip
Bellee he the man
Everywhere i go its my way or no way
Man, I'm outta cream, man
Get your ice cream, ice cream
Not Ice-T not Ice Cube, ice cream
Thangs, half thangs
QP's, zippers, what ever you need
Your man broadband 'cause he talk talk
My mum said son give it your all
I don't do maybes
I just do yes or no, no in-between are you crazy
I don't do
of purest heart
To give his plan the perfect start
A son was born to die, and to live
He was a gift for every man
delivered by God's loving hand
So open up
the shoes and bags
All I need is you
Give me all your loving
Ladies grab your man let me hear you say
Yeah yeah
Fellas hold her by the waist and make her say
man
Mi Proud ah unnuh to
Hold up unuh head high and give the almighty thanks
Unnuh born inah dem shatta something deh
Thats why mi stay far from unnuh
When shit gets crappy
I'll hold your hand
I'll be your man
Number one fan
Right here in Cincinnati
Now our little road trip
The car did break down real
hectic
I'm a big shark and I'm swimming in the trenches
I only get money give a fuck what you repping
This that stick talk, yeah I'm surrounded by these
a Herro
Im sauced off the Hennessy on the line you should never cross
The flow Johnny Cochran you know I had to get it off
Losing not an option by any means
precious one and only
He digs old Johnny Cash, hey, that's alright by me
Straight ahead, Anaheim, high jinx, party time
Nothin' the law can do, ah, stick
feel like a man?
Well let's go down to the water and I'll show you you can't swim.
Not even angels give a shit about you
And the devil goes by Tex. She
Yeah, lil bitch I drive a boat
Say lil bitch got Fendi coat
Told your bitch to give me throat or I might fuck another hoe
Win a race in a Maybach and then
was a man
Or so he thought
Paid attention to the lessons that he taught
Second hand me down blessing
She was short on patience
Carried pace and hated
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