Lyrics:
a hour just ta get the carseat in right
People drivin' all fast, got me kinda upset
Got you home safe, placed you in your basonette
That night I don't
,never get back
The time that I waste
That's what I hate!
It rained CD-Roms that gave me twenty hours free
I let my service provider make a junky out
never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate
It rained CD Rom's that gave me twenty hours free
I let my service provider make a junky outta me
a hour just ta get the carseat in right
People drivin' all fast, got me kinda upset
Got you home safe, placed you in your basonette
That night I don't
(Bitch) You like my style and you smell my cologne
(Bitch) Don't try to act like my track record ain't known
(Bitch) You probably got a couple CD's in
just to get the car seat in right
People drivin' all fast, got me kinda upset
Got you home safe, placed you in your bassinet
That night I don't think
to
Model her new prints by FENDI
I'm all the way covered
Still all the boys they
Want to pet me
I wouldn't touch you even if you'd
Even if you'd let me
When
(come on)
And people say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one pretend to fantasize
Fact I
By Bob Hartman
Based on Rom. 7:15
I have a secret that I let nobody see
An evil shadow that's been hanging over me
My alter ego that I try to hold
(Bitch) you like my style and
You smell my cologne
(Bitch) don't try to act like
My track-record ain't known
(Bitch) you probably gotta couple
CD's in your
all night
Ride, it'll blow your mind
Baptism by the fire
Don't let me roll the tires
Baptism by the fire
You stir the fire and acquire
Play your
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
I won't
disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
I won't
For all that green paper by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major
Khaled, let me get them
I done came from nothing
Only a buck 65,
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
than foes that don't know how it goes
Let's take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
But you was wrong,
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
niggas know when you ain't with it
That's when they get ignent
(Don't let go)
Like a twista, like a twista, get twisted with this
It seems its on,
Let it sing me home
The sun on my shoulders
And the wind at my back
I'm bound and determined
To get back on track
To where the heart is
Where
the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm gonna follow
My
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
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