Lyrics:
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You are just what
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
and Roll
Two, three hours done passed us by
Altitude dropped to five oh five
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
too
Stop fronting, I know exactly what you want, you wanna
Do it to me, I wanna feel you touch my body, baby, body, baby
Do it to me, I guarantee
me a free hand baby 'cause I wants to rock
Turn a lose hand baby I will blow my top
Free hand woman let it spring by my side
Give me one hand loose
down
When times get tough, I want to give it up
And I just can't let go like that (man)
And girl, how long it took to build it up
There must be
The way I'm shinin' every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
If you don't fuck with me, my nigga, I don't give
And the big wow
Before we bow
You can call me C.C, Crowd Control
If you don't want to, it's cool
I'm your driver
Empty car on a fast train
In
So entertain me if you want to
But I've heard it all
If you feel the need to say
More than what's been said
But I'm sure Love can stand on His own
But
out of the projects, babe (projects, babe)
And that's how we roll (roll)
I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat
What you
on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
Just leave this long haired country boy alone
Preacher man talking on T.V.
Puttin' down the rock
you want
May be sometimes then ya don't
But leave your mind alone and just get high
Well, by and by, way after many years have gone
And all
And I surely don’t know the moon
even though I see it
See it
I see it, hey
Skip, skip, skip, hop, and jump
Now you find a rock then you want to try
out
And I’m going to change the name, like I
Want to perfect this moment some more well
I think it’s just if you’re a
Perfectionist, that’s just what
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm
Don't you ring the alarm
I been through this
"How can you?"
Roll like the Giants down the foothill strip
With beats thumping top down bumping a bitch
Shit I had to have drop didn't care, if I had
fools
Won't stop, learnt it on 'em, I gotta eat chief
Now getcha ass in my way, I'm snatchin' you up by your lil' briefs
Now rock twice and do your hand
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
Listen close, nigga, yeah
Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in
me over if you throw another pity party
Lookin' back, it's hard to tell you where I started
I don't know who love me, but I know that it ain't
on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back,
And if you want to hang yourself out to dry,
It's the beautiful round-up in
you want to go, get on below
Pinking out the day, dreaming out the crazy way
Finger on the love, it's all above
Everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
The days of ol' when I used to get my stroll on
Are now long gone, 'cause...
[1]
I gotta get my roll on
I've got to get mine
Don't you know it's time
I
'round
100k downstairs by the trey pound.
But if (?) who runnin' the A now
[Chorus]
Can we ride can we roll
We don't stop and we go
Yeah you know
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