Lyrics:
playing with violence if you scared to hit that dog cage
I was out on three bails still on a lash
Treating suckahs like a party cuz you know I hadda blast
to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin' the raw deal
Three course meals spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still, everything's real in
mean make a commitment
Come on honey insecurity flows in by the shipment
Pardon the expression but are you already taken
I live around the way boy so
You belong here,
But instead you're being covered by the pitch black
Lying in the arms of another,
I miss my,
I miss my Brother
Do you miss me,
We
Undercover off duty Ray-Ban refleksie
Brown patchwork leather jacket feeling sexy
Fly kwaai by die braai dop skop my hond en coke
Poes cool met die
to my lesson is the highway to heaven (ahh yeah)
Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh)
Now you got a crush, makin' dames want to blush
Demetrice, Evet, and Sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the Melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from Uptown who
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just weed money, the more, the merrier
[Chorus: singer]
They call me the Superman lover
Said, they call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm
and its not even 3
Maybe I'm not part of the decree?
Robby a poets what I designed you to be
But you keep chasing money and tail by the sea
Sorry my body
by
& Us 4 get inside as I shift the whip from drive
We surrounded by Undercovers from the front left and right
Get the fuck out the car put your hands
Compton
Turbo, I never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang so undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm
Compton
Turbo, I never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang so undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm
to a throwback
Now look where we are
On my ones and it's hard
Ever since I got the news
I threw your shit out my yard
CLB I'm a certified lover
Girls want
so long
And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue
Boy I'm tellin you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in
lines; land mine
So before, they'll see me after
I'm Advice dog
Courage Wolf
Plus Philosoraptor
Don't prove we're human unless we really hafta
My team
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call me George Foreman
'Cause I'm namin' him O number four, me, I'm three
Plus the ol' G like
frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
for each other, discreet lover, no longer
feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap
[Inspectah Deck]
I represent myself and my own defense
Innocent by reason of no evidence
Plus they're tryin' pick
the merrier
[Chorus: singer]
They call me the Superman lover
Said, they call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm wrong...
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, G4 jets
watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit' gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch? We kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three
coming to a screeching stop
They want us outta here
We evicted
1-8-7 by an undercover cop
Knee on the neck I can't breath
Now everybody sayin' my name
who’s tight
And plus a nigga flow as crazy as the cuckoo’s flight//
Itty-bitty, slim, are the chances for if a nigga win
But I think I’ll skim by
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three
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