Lyrics:
fire all week
She where the sidewalk ends
She stops ya pace, you try to talk
Make friends
Then poof, she's gone, but nope, you're wrong
She's in
baby, you can't even trust your own mama!
This is snoopy collins, trust no one, especially a bitch
Or even a bitch-ass nigga, yo ha!
T-r-u-s-t in me,
(Strolling in the park)
'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
You need a gangsta baby ay
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in
and
I just wanna take care of my family
Got no respect if you ain't trying to do the right thing
Fellas we gotta make a change
In the way that we treat
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, you need me (ooh)
I wrote my first bars in the car
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
is you at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It's just a lullaby
a devil's child
I could tell by the look in her eyes, she was from the jungle, this girl was wild, she said you can't leave, what I'm finna do to you, I said
Shawdy want some loving
Yea Yea Yea
Ay she wrapped around me
Like a head lock
Shawdy always got my back like
Ian got alot
No matter what she gone be
doing better by myself
Told her I gotta leave in the morning
Oh no she said wait for me
Rushing ok
I was rushing away
I get money in both ways
Shawty bad
to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Well, to cut a long
trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself
She thought about credit card scams, 'til she heard a voice
That said, "The Devil is a lie, make a better
lose both sides of the coin
So me, I play the hood, baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I
the seats, I don't even know Dodge
Get by smooth, if you play this shit smart
See through a fake, ain't no sense in playin' hard
Try to pop shit, better
later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin' with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold these
there by your side (yeah yeah)
I know that I gotta keep on telling lies
Should have swallowed my pride
But I think sometimes that
Baby it was best it was
You push me out in front to get behind me
Then You sat me up by blessin' me to bind me
I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are high
Gotta go
They like
Sanee baby
How you get It bussin
Moving all around the city
Ian gotta touch It
You gone chase that b****
But I'm that n**** she was f*****
how it goes, tell 'em turn off the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
bitch be for real
Riding round yo city outchea lurking tryna catch a kill
.40 glock on me ian gotta buss it dada touch homie
Real blood business, she
got flair
I don't dream if I do
Not have nothing to wear
You see what I mean, and that's why you stare
I know you believe, I know you beware
I know she
wanna get two partners alone
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up, and gotta pick
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
As almost she's got the heaven
Baby, you're a perfect
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