Lyrics:
to tell her so, yes, you do
Hey, baby
Take some time and figure out
If I'm the one you really miss
It's getting 4:00 a.m. and I'm lying here again
four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now I'm leavin'.
We're never getting' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops
to burst just like you were a bubble
Frame me up on your walls just to keep me out of trouble
Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly
Four in the morning
Crapped out, yawning
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade
Now I sit by my window and I
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
One, two, three, four
This ain't no fly by night deal
Sure enough you know what is real
This ain't fly by night deal
Ram it here, and shove
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
With four
to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by everyone
It's up to you, it surely can be done
Young and old are doing it, I'm told
Just one try,
eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love
And cars whizzing by me,
Dad, look like I'm backing up.
She just don't have the appetite
For gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four carburetors
Hooked up on it
the nerds asleep
I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
I am "focused man"
And I'm not afraid of death
And I'm going all out
I circle
today on a four leaf clover
And leaving you with the last thing on my mind
If I could turn back the hands of time
Oh darling, I can't hold out much
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
you
Well, where I'm from, we like to ride on fours
Do it from the shoulders, or do it from the toes
I do my dirt all by my lonely
C-Murder
through but she beeping cause her studs
I'm a pussy cause I'm getting it enough?
I'm a student when a teacher wanna talk
You a goofy, I can tell by how you
a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road
Third boxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit
We getting to the paper
We getting to the bag
We getting to the money
Bread winners
Fresh out the oven
Get a taste of this Bk stud muffin
Leave
out of that water like I was just bathing
And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah
I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take 'em
keeping me around
I'm just ridin' out the heartache
It doesn't matter how long it takes
I'm just a couple thousand miles away
From getting his memory
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
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