Lyrics:
Talk about, talk about, hey
Pop music
Talk about, talk about, ho
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk about (uh-huh)
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
wanna start somebody
This world really got you thinking that you on somebody
So what you got a gun, I don't give a fuck about it
I would take every
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
nick by the bad ass ho,
Know what I'm saying, no, right, let me tell you,
Wanna tell you a little bit of what I found, though.
Tell me about it, I'm
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
Lunacy
What about you and me
What about me and you
The things that we could do
The things that you could see
Only if you with me
The woman you could be
about what you got will get you hit?
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice, dog, and that's before I start cursin'
I stay
about what you got will get you hit?
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice, dog, and that's before I start cursin'
I stay
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
to show me that you
Really mean what you say i prove
That I really like the
Things that you're doin', baby
I like what you do to me
When you do what you do
write it
Want you to get better (woo!)
My life is so controlled by the what if's
(Girl, what's wrong with you? Come back down)
Is there anybody else
write it
Want you to get better (woo!)
My life is so controlled by the what if's
(Girl, what's wrong with you? Come back down)
Is there anybody else
to save some money
And go to some big city, to some country
No need to think about who is waiting for you
Or not waiting for you
In general, be happy
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
love?
(What do I know about it?)
And what do I know about loving you, loving you?
I don't know nothing bout loving you, loving you, loving you
I do not
And wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alright then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad we got them
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Give me a rush like you wouldn't believe
My head's about to bust
Acceleratin' what drives me
Hope I don't gotta die to see, see, I can't lie to me
I
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