Lyrics:
a girl)
I can see (Oh yes you are)
When the day turns into the last day of all time (All time)
I can say I hope that you are in these arms of mine (In
gotta let her be
I'ma let her be by herself in peace
But five years from now I bet she see
When the club gets played
The things you crave are no
touch the sky, baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
Yes, yes, yes, guess who's
gotta let her be
I'ma let her be by herself in peace
But five years from now I bet she see
When the club gets played
The things you crave are no
this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know it
Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes it eats you up
Sometimes you think that your
and sneak her a kiss
This is supposed to be your girl
But all you do is get this
I think your girl is crazy but she get dissed
Now I'm back to the party
Wit'
grown
But look at you, you're amazin
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
[Verse 3 -
You got me wantin' to be with you all the time
You make me wanna pass them chips girls you are so fine
How 'bout me and you go jump in my car (Oh)
Talk
to mine (c'mon)
What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine? (uh-huh)
We do this all the time (what?), right now we on the grind (yeah)
Drive by shootings, homicide
Nobody cares about the mother who cried
A family's grief stepped on by ratings
Understand why I keep hating
It makes no
than every (ooh) star above
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I've
By an imaginary girl
Yeah
Who are you trying to be
Why are you so counterfeit
What's your problem
Who do you want to be anyway
'Cause I need
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
a missing link
He said, "Son, do you know who I am?! I'm no man, but one man
who? The son of Sam!"
I said you've got this wrong, I never sung your girl
Them by the real name
Soop sucker, some male MCs
In full effect, I'm pulling all of these
But when I'm on the mic
You know I do things right
I'm in house
Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin'
Dick all hard, tryin' to shake a li'l sumthin'
Lookin' for the one that'll do me right
Who keep me cummin' all
featuring Keith Sweat R.O.C.
[JD talking to R.O.C.]
[JD]
I'm feelin' that 2x is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see
then I'm a flirt
When I, when I, when I
When I pull up to club
All the shorties be like, damn twenty-eights
Then I be like girl you know just who I am
helpers
Country club martini crew
Extra olives just won't do
Valium makes your soul get higher
And enables fake gunfire
Queen bees lose to wasps
assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole...
Maybe you think you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think you're too tough
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
We gang bang and ride down on niggas(Pow hot!)
Dogg Pound on niggas
Who shot ya?, big dog gotcha
I'm notcha average nigga in the yappin'
Folks
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
told me be careful what you do
Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful who you love
Be careful what you do
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