Lyrics:
been barkin up your tree
'Cause I like it, oooh I like it
I'm all fouled up it may be true
But I like makin love to you
Yeah I like love and I
a pretty sticky wicket, isn't it, dear?
A few missteps along the way
But I'm really pretty happy to be here
So this is a toast to the old town drunk
on CAP
But this right here dawg, there is no fee
To gettin' down
If I don't really feel your steez
See, I never trust 'em, catch me I'm ballin'
Taylor made
on CAP
But this right here dawg, there is no fee
To gettin' down
If I don't really feel your steez
See, I never trust 'em, catch me I'm ballin'
Taylor made
Alright this is really fuckin' fucked up
But, but but, but, but, but, but, but, but, but
Fucked up, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
good if you're not?
This is a foul tasting medicine
A foul tasting medicine
To be trapped in your full stop
Truth will mess you up
Truth will mess
I came to the conclusion
I don't need me no one
I get fouled, that's and one
You need a god to stop him
Ya'll Niggas is so dumb
Ya'll forever doubt
Everybody in the world
Trapped here too or so I've heard
So much sorrow, so much fear
Got us all fouled up down here
Oh but if I get my way
We'll be
wait for it
I feel like I could die walking up to the room, oh yeah
Late night watching television
But how'd we get in this position
It's way too
you once again
Who's bad
The word is out
You're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long
Your lyin' eyes
Gonna tell you right
So listen
5150 but she pretty
I called the shots but you
Fouled in this bitch
She trippin' (Ah! yeah, woo)
I stole her ass from a jumpin' nigga
Be pimpin' (Ha,
Gettin' everyone (it's the rock)
This is the rock
It really turns you on, woo
Well you can get back on the roof
And shout it all around
Get up off
know what it is
But it seems she's got me twisted
I'm so (caught up)
Really feeling it (caught up)
I'm losing control
This girl's got a hold on me
wait for it
I feel like I could die walking up to the room, oh yeah
Late night watching television
But how'd we get in this position
It's way too
I really, I really
Oh, I really need to know
I really, I really
Oh, or else you gotta let me go
I really, I really
This time I really need to do
you really wanna do this now?
Let's go (oh, oh, oh)
Let's go (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Do you really wanna do this now?
Your heart is beating like
know what it is
But it seems she's got me twisted
I'm so (caught up)
Really feeling it (caught up)
I'm losing control
This girl's got a hold on me
this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we
the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
This a mischievous sound
Im really feeling it
Like somebody sneaking around
And acting villanous
See i got a strong affinity
Toward the wicked shit
you once again
Who's bad
The word is out
You're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long
Your lyin' eyes
Gonna tell you right
So listen
I woke up this morning, I had a boner
I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner
I be going through shit, losin' bitches
Hard to thrill, nothin' really moves me anymore
Hard to thrill, nothin' really moves me anymore
There is nothin' you can show me
That I haven't seen
(Yeah) this that bow talk (Yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they fouled out (Yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (Brrt, yeah)
QC the new
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