Lyrics:
Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
a curse to people's eyes when I ask 'em for help?
Cause they reject me by their bitterness that told 'em to bail
When they saw my face, It was a message
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
"And now, And now, And now!
Comes my favorite part.
This is the part where
I get to expose myself,
to... Cleveland.
All my hopes, fears,
dreams
I Can Tell By Your Mood Swings
I Got Honesty, I Got Loyalty, I Got What Yah Need
How Bout Now Baby
I Swear It's You I Want, And You Probably Heard
knocking me out with those american thighs
takin more than her share
had me fighting for air
she told me to come but i was already there
coz the walls start
with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour a fifth wheel bus back to the real world
Time to wake up and smell the anti freeze
can't stand when I talk like that
And why do black men have to walk like that?
Cause we swing low like a chariot
And now I got Harriet all on my dick
fucking up
When Vinnie swing on you I swing on
You nigga I fuck you up
They all mistaking kindness for weakness
They all bitches spineless and speechless
Yeah this one right here goes out
To all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms jackson (oh) , I am
the
Building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
Knowing it's a trick to
Trick they fucking brain
That's how we do things in Crookyn
The realm where fists don't swing
All you hear is click bang, click bang
frequented by American businessmen, to be used and discarded.
Oh, I can feel the cold wind blow. It's been coming through the windows at night, and I know
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
We built a little playhouse with a front porch swing
A white picket fence, the American dream
Step by step, stone by stone
And now you're tellin'
days since my rent been due
But I'll get it all straight like I always do
Where I come from man I had no hope
Either had to swing a shovel or I had
you got these these fees
Love hurts yea he's stung by a bee
Swing low yes please
Fuck that bitch fuck that bitch with ease
Saw that ass had to squeeze
all got so many gaps, our focus ain't clear, the mood gotta crash on the swings
So many immaculate things, all of this pain that I'm actually holding
I wanna scream at the sky
I wanna get recognized
All of this talent I got
I think I’m next up in line
I wanna scream at the sky
I wanna get
just wish I could break through this glass wall
These memories swing like a see saw
Think that I'm gone but I see all
Thinking of this as a send off
But
Feeling Devious…Yo
Xbox PS3 y'all can keep them DVDs
GameCube PSP killing it on 360
64 but that switched to Wii
So I guess gaming's in my pedigree
Some say
here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to murderville
I got a license to kill
An' as for these bitches on the street...
You can love my sex, but
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