Lyrics:
talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
Never be intrigued by the young boy face
Look inside me love you see I got wild taste
I don't really know but
Somebody said that
A high-priced girl
That's not me in my dreams when
The sound of a snare and kick drum
Hibernate me
If you still believe in me i don't hear it
In the sound of your
the victory
Wait! One moment Wait! You, boy! Get on that chair!
Me, Signor? Not a tooth, sir, I beg of you!
I ain't got a twinge, not the slightest
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
Hot Damn
My how the boys grow?
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole 'nother zone
Still true to his
been stirring up trouble in Orange County in Los Angeles)
(Uh, have you seen him by any chance?)
(Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain?)
(Nah, I
do
Is pass on the warning
If you lay on the beach
You get sand in your eyes
If you walk by the water
Take your vest
Back up or get wet
lay on the beach
bam, met a girl named Pam
I poke and thank you ma'am
Ain't no, drag in my bag
Gotta do me 'cause I don't play tag
Six-double-o hoop, costs loot
Hit
show you tonight
That I'mma put it on you baby
Take you past the sky
Wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga
Call it public housing when you
up on a plane, get out my way right now
I want you believe not only in me, but have some faith in yourself
I wish you peace and good health,
that?
Where you from?
South America.
What's that?
South America.
You don't look like no South American to me.
I'm still from South America.
What
on the beach
Fucked on the floor, we ain't gotta speak
Beach, getting high like a motherfuck
Royalty the team so you know what's up
Get it so good, let me beat
believe me, respect the turn up
Boy Better Know any time we turn up
It's mad, empty bottles of Hennessy
Still I'm on point, slap two at my enemy
This
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that motherfucker
I
shows
Dancing on the beach
I can't help thinking that I'm the lucky one
You're still my baby daughter
And now I've gained a son
Chorus
I'll take
love me (love)
Like you used to love me (love)
Anymore (more)
I hate the fuck boy shit and you know this
Anything I can to get in your emotions
you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties
couldn't play guitar like Van Halen
Had no secret chords like Saint David
But you still came around, ate your lunch with me
Used to park your car to try
still my ear to the streets (still there)
Put restrainin' orders on me, that ain't P that's police (12)
Hard to get from out that water when you dive in
Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?
You, everyone used to say 'til the church lets out
That goes for you too
Everything ain't perfect but I
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