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And we had something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you
jewelry so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin' witcha
Loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment
around you by far
People living under bridges or in a car
Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living
But the Man from the east calls it
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
baby?
I know this dope spot called one another
Or maybe we might swing by the Egg
The perfect place to play house
I could smother you
I just might be
cases
And I ain't doing no time, for you
My life's in a whirlwind
But instead I decided to move all my things out the house
So by the time you make
Come on baby, come on now
Sidestep
Hey, don't you sidestep my love
They say it ain't about your car and your house
Or the money you make
crown.
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down
as I, pause
I was a boxer 'til I knocked that out
I played a doctor 'til I made that house, call
I had a shy little quiet girl but now she sings
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wants to be accepted by the mass
Everybody wants to be raging fire
But their heat don't last
Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday, like we won the fuckin' Super Bowl
Chillin' wit my nigga Mack, he keep
married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury
high
Washington was my destination
And now, who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
is the same, i go get me a freak
Take her to my house to we hit the sheets
Got a saltwater fish tank built in the wall
Fat jucuzi tub, sitting in
love
Last call for alcohol (nah)
We closing down the bar
Tell me where's the after party at
We rollin' with the R
I had her singing
Thoia thoia thoia
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
home you're just a phone call away
So far, nothing!
From home you're just a phone call away
So far, oh nothing!
Happy by myself throwing parties
Happy by
purple smoke
I brought a big ass bag full of herb to roll
I might flex on a bitch, yeah curve a hoe
Frisco baby thats where im from
We ride old
bash a bitch for cheatin', I just might ask a bitch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch
Bae got right, but I
(I've been to the streets)
Let the top down so they can see
(They can see)
We can hit the clubs and party hard
(Oh, my God) cause I just bought out
room
Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop tune
Used to be my baby-sitter, I want you for my woman
Without you girl, my life is bitter like a lemon
They call Moma Rita and my Daddy Jack,my little baby
brother on the floor that's Mac,Rhett and Lynn are the
family twins,big brother Eddie's
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