Lyrics:
now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear
what I got, nigga don't watch that 'cause I
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Came up, that's
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
mama, this P lil' mama
I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama
My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked
Your body right, your smile light up the room
That man you got
make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
was rappin', sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let
see
I been tryin to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that
Sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim
Straight through
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talking bout,
You ain't gotta have the staff of E-S-P-N
You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby
and a half
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Anything else is a laugh
I've been through Reno, I've been through Beverly Hills, and I'm
mine
Takin advantage, you workin' two jobs at the same time
Ungrateful, complainin about Nike and Polo signs
But you always come through, and what do I
inside my head
I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night I got P-O-Ded instead
So please don't go away, that's all I got to say
Is I gotta have
of fat chicks
Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you
Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what up to
The Cobra's, X-men, and Counts, and everybody with clown luv
Even
Get into the groove, boy, you've got
To prove your love to me. Get up on
Your feet, yeah, step to the beat.
Boy, what will it be? You've got to...
and respect the pimpin'
You've got money but you got no game
Think all the ladies wanna love you?
Probably gotta make it rain
Take her shoppin' respect
on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga
Tell ya mama (?) get ready to mourn sista, it's a
See what you got here's a full blown twister
You nothin' but
So G, it's me, LBC
The turf by the surf and you can sail with me
Palm trees, policies, a lotta weed
We got just what you want, oh batabing
So if you
Yo, this is Nappy Roy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
Nothing phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? What up, cuz? It's all black, I love us
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper
A real slut and let the ho get on and make her money
You understand? I got a homey sittin' by me
Understand this nigga don't understand because he's
family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, hey!
Better days, got me
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