Lyrics:
Nigga maybe it's the thug in me
I'm livin' that, thug life baby!
Steady smokin' Indo, goin' crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me
Turn
YOU GOT ME GOING CRAZY,
WHENEVER I THINK BOUT YOU BABY,
YOU GOT ME THINKING BOUT YOU LATELY,
I'VE BEEN THINKING BOUT YOU TILL THE MORNING THROUGH
on me, I just gotta
I just gotta talk to somebody
Hey fellows, gather 'round
Let me tell you 'bout a girl who's blowin' my mind
She's really new in
Cheh
This shit is crazy
Crazy
It's one of those things man
You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about
Ha ha
It's where the goin'
I aim fo, that's how the game go
Baby like the way I wake her up,
Cause I'm a gangsta I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke
the hell
Now is that time, roll for the money
Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
Girl, you know you driving me crazy
So how bout it come on let's
How you doing, young lady?
The feeling that you're giving really drives me crazy
You don't have a player 'bout to choke
I was at a loss of words
and have your kids
It's so simple baby
Driving me crazy
Forever want to feel like this, baby
Boy we kiss or touch
Want you so much
I just wanna love
My baby she may not a-look
Like one of those bunnies out of a Playboy Club
But she got somethin' much greater than gold
Crazy 'bout that girl
the house
Now baby, now baby, I wanna drive you crazy
You crazy
Now get that, get that popping don't be lazy
And if you got a friend, go get her
That's word
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
say,
Can't tell me nothin' 'bout my baby
When your love is side-by-side,
You can't tell it apart (you can't tell it apart)
And I'm all about you
Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out
Seize him with the cleavage
I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
I can let him
I'm about to get crazy some more
Yo yo yo, just me and my honey she's my one and only
Baby likes to do her thang
What you talkin' 'bout homie
If
Baby it’s seven in the morning
I’ve never really seen the sun so bright in December
Silver bells by the palm trees yeah
And something ‘bout the music
a job)
I be out hustling every day, man (you fucking-)
I be hustling every day, what you talkin' 'bout?
(You have niggas coming over here all
you, waiting for you
With nothing on
(Rap by Chyna Whyte)
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing
When you're in my house I start to cry
Take me baby, take me to the other side
Make me shake like you do every time
Only you can keep me satisfied
the nighttime and my baby
Yeah I want to thank you very much for sendin' me the nighttime and my baby
Oh I don't know bout makin' a nap if it wadn't for
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
stop that
I'm a project baby
You heard of my set
I'm from the project
You know my mindset
And I'm so crazy, crazy
You know where I'm at
Straps, we
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
Uh Uh Uh,
Got me like
And when I think about you
That's the first thing that come to my mind
I'm like
Baby you can get it all
You can get
just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my maccoroni baby i get up
In that ass and act
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