Lyrics:
don't see it like I see it then you see it wrong
We October 3rd niggas like me and Kwe'
Life got me in a state on the interstate
And all I'm thinking
myself)
Huh, and when you lookin' at me (ooh)
Tell me what do you see? (I love myself)
Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head
pumping on the mids
The man ain't ever seen a booty like this
So why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue?
'Cause when he wanna smash, I
got one eye on the future
Got one stuck in the past
But my 3rd eye stay open
And keeps me focus on path
Keep mind intact cause if i black
They going
[Verse 1: Kirk Franklin]
Little boy where you goin?
Tell me what ya gon' do, ya gon' be
Tell me what ya future
Is college in ya dreams?
You like
to the 3rd degree robbery say it war time I'm trynna bust me a score huggin clock stuck in box I run it up get to a bag might cop a jag f-type all I see is
just don't forget to bring your body
I wanna see ya hips swingin' uh
Now bend over baby and let me see you G-stringin'
I can hear the music pumpin'
ya
On the summer day when I proposed
I made that wedding ring from dentist gold
And I asked her father, but her daddy said, "No
You can't marry
girl yeah yeah yeah
(gamin' on ya)
Can't ya see? Can't ya see?
He's gamin' on ya, and he's playin' games
He's gamin' on ya, oh, when ya know
Ow, ow,
on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid
Laid back handlin hors d'ourves
It's like round three
We too black for BET
You memorize the 1 to 40
If I could stick my hand in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is
If I could stick my hand in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is
What a stormy night, when I met the pony,
It was so dark, that I could hardly see,
It smelled so sweet, you know who and Joanie,
So many
[Sexy Leroy (Chocolate Lovelitez)]
September 3rd
Will be our first year
(shabutee boop, shoop-sha-doop)(continuous)
All I ever wanted to do, ha, is make
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, Big Red can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah (oh)
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
and this I know
When you see them hoes little homey drive slow
Chopped and Screwed
Yeah
Drive slow homey
Drive slow homey
Ya never know homey might
my home, be strategic, I gotta feed ya
Grind up on my own 'cause I see how they mistreat me
Don't you let 'em turn you on me, I see it, I can peep it
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
of a kind
When the stars align it feels so divine
Then I get such a vibe look me in my 3rd eye
The excitements enticing what we got is priceless
Said she was
Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend
speak fact
That's just who I am
Kill you in the 3rd degree
I'm just giving you a few
Minutes of poetry
I'm just giving you a few
Minutes of poetry
I
it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what
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