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searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
of a perfect bitch there's always
One thing wrong and you wish that you could switch or fix
While you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
you now
If I lose this debate
Like in Dead Presidents
I'm going out like Lorenz Tate
See I ain't gon be stupid
I'm gon take all why'all
to the makings of a perfect bitch
There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard
my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah,
Would she set it(?) side-by-side with all your bullshit from last May
You like to live what you can't do and you know you ain't
It's very hard, I
it set up for the camera to see
I'm wit her but I'm really picturing Angela Yee
She ain't wearin nothing but blonics on her feet
KC Tea got me
of the real skiers
I ain't nothing like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become
Stayin' up late nights with tears in my eyes
Got me blowin' up your pager like I ain't doing it right
Gee, you must be crazy, however could you
of the real skiers
I ain't nothing like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become
drinks with his buddies but he prays when he should
And there ain't nothing better than
Being loved by a workin' man

He don't write love letters but he
straight off the plane into another mans session
And spit pain and ain't charge him a thing

Had to make my line of respect real thinner
Started getting
nothing to show
(Nothing to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold

Oh, baby, crying
All those simple things that won't come again
Oh do I have
to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold

[George:]
Oh, baby, crying
All those simple things that won't come again
Oh do I have to make it
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming
I got bitches all only back
I got niggas
Catch a player by the toe
If ya want to let him go

Ladies don’t worry cause they got plenty more
Men be falling like the rain so we ain't running out
the boss but a who are the master?
Life set a pace, every thing's much faster
Need to slow down and pray, forgive them

Two steps away from a real disaster
that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl
She ain't got riches but she got fashion,
She ain't
movies,
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl
She ain't got riches but she
Blast it 
Wrapped in plastic 
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) 
Ain't nothing left now 
Treated like a stepchild 
Was not for me 
Nothing but
got better things to do but for me I'll just go on

Old dog is lying in the middle of the road
He don't do nothing 'cause he don't want to
And I think
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint