Lyrics:
I don't wanna think that I'm going crazy
It seems like everything changed from the way the streets praise me
Ain't no code that everybody live by
the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
I seen you from afar
Nice frame and your braids long
Gucci bag matching your
to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear?
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA,
("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music")
Make me call my homey on the phone
Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone
Just that feelin, got
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
on the spot, bare
'Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the porno with Sun
already got a man, I ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
on the spot, bare
'Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the porno with Sun
you remember
From the bed to the wall
On the floor by the fireplace?
I know you remember
On the truck, couldn't wait
So we got off on the garden
ain't like that
Anytime you hit my phone
I hit you right back
You ain't like them girls that
I was seeing nightly
Anytime you ain't around me, I go crazy
run around with these SZAs (yeah)
I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets
I was going hard (by
be blown
If anybody hears or so happens to see,
girl you got your career and i got family
and girl thats why
we cant let the industry know
because
and cold
From havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends
And it's crazy
Made a hunnid K by lunch time, girl, I got plenty dough (plenty)
Wrappin' that punch in a punchline, I'm goin' blow for blow (oh, oh-oh)
I'm gettin'
don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I'm walkin over to you
Meet me by the door
I'm the girl in the 7 inch
out (21)
Pipes out (on God), all my shooters came from moscow
Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)
Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no
on smash
Girl, I want it, girl I want it
You got my attention, you got my attention
You got it flauntin', you got it flauntin'
You got me wishing, you got me
The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip hop body
Release my energy with the force of a shotty
Standing on the wall with my Polo on
Talking to the girl with the Liz
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
'Cause I like (girls)
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's (girls)
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or I may date,
All the guys have gone blind from starin'
My baby, she ain't even carin'
And they're crazy if they think I'm sharin'
Cause I know what they're
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