Lyrics:
the party codes (yeah)
With all my G's in the back (yeah)
Who needs a bodyguard? (yeah)
I think I need to...
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
I'm shedding
Shedding every color
Trying to find a pigment of truth beneath my skin
to the club
Don't bring your main squeeze to the club
You what I'm sayin'?
Unless your game is tight
'Cause if yo game ain't tight
And a ni99a walk in
come follow me
What I'm telling you will set you free
All you gotta do is act like me
But I can't feel nothin'
I just want somebody
To laugh out
play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, its all good
I'm buying things like my shit don't stink
Gucci links
I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.
When I'm
baby, I'm losing you
It's in the air, it's everywhere
Ooh, I'm losing you (losing you)
When I look into your eyes, a reflection of a face I see
I'm
Happy summertime niggas
Ahh yeah
Uh uh uh, uh huh
We rolling, we rolling
We rolling, we rolling
Drop top in the summertime
And I'm rolling
pipes and needles
I'm glorifyin' knights and regals
Five thousand on the paint just so life will see you
Green cards for the free lunch
Now it's green
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out
real dry
Shoo this shit, had to be the cutest bitch
I seen in a long time and I don't do this shit, like
Runnin' up on hoes, what up ma, I'm X
Cause
gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin
I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing
It's that craft for me, the half of me
Let through niggas in the door
Ah!
Uh, yeah
Dmx
Uh-huh (uh-huh) uh
Bzr royale, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ooh! yeah!
[Chorus]
I'm tired of answering for shit in my life
It doesn't
Puttin' in work, and leavin' your troops with wet shirts
Your causality rate is high, I'm closin in
Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
'Cause I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone
But I fucked up and scraped his chrome
Now he's tryin' to take my dome
Hangin' out all in front of my
the one,
The one that can never say,
"I need to let it out, won't you let me in"
Look in the mirror, even with a broken heart I'm fine
Keep on pushing,
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
I'm into you (get on the floor)
Don't stop baby (shake your ass)
It's ecstasy (oh, shake the whole building)
Turn me up a little higher (sing it)
they lick our balls
I don't never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws
I'm a North Memphis pimp so you better recognize
Let cha' hoe suck my dick
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
of stock.
Pop me in your trolley you can start my clock. Well, all right?
Tell me, 'All right'
I could be on your shelf, could be the risk you take.
I'm
They say love blind, so why can't I picture this girl mine?
Yea I dig her but I figure, I'm wasting this girl time
I'm running from relationships,
Love is a lonely place without you, without you, without you
I know I'm not alone
I should not be afraid
'Cause I hear your voice
And I know
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