Lyrics:
on sight
By the end of the night, she on indo
Lemme see you make it clap on tempo
Lemme see you get low like limbo (word)
Ass fat (uh, bust it), yeah,
taken old Las Vegas
For every cent that she could hold
Love like ours was made in heaven
It was blessed by Lord above
We will spend our lives together
an S tattooed to my chest
But I've finessed it, now I've got the industry pissy
Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50
It's funny, we got a buzz
your heart, I promise you,
In this, our "two by four" town,
"Welcome" on the door town,
If you'll make it your town, too.
(Musical interlude)
You
gettin' gettin' lit
That Purrp purp and I get lit, 'methazine, tell 'em sip this
I'm on that Memphis, that 666, trip six shit, bitches
A 50 box of them
girl, like it's gonna be a good fall
You'd a thought that post game kiss would've made me wanna make you mine
But you had me by halftime
They sent
little things like this
That prompt me to say:
You turned the tables on me
And now I'm falling for you
You turned the tables on me
I can't believe
waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it you can't surface
It was all purpose
Just like that
leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more
a bedbug
'Cause a chinch coudn't bite me that hard
Oh, oh, that must have been a bed bug
Honey a chinch can't bite me that hard
Ask me for fifty cents
boat (don't rock my boat)
Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' (don't rock my boat)
I'm telling you that, oh, oh-oh,
I like it, like it this (I
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
of this trade
Switchblade with a little switch that switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensai
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
of this trade
Switchblade with a little switch that switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit's like a samurai sword, a sensai
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
...want but they don't go killing sh-t
Real a sh-t and your main right pick me, they try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cents, n-ggers wanna play games out
man's loyal
Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about
Seems like yesterday, even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago
Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
Yeah, it's been a long night and the mirror's telling me to go home
But it's been a long time since I felt this good on my own (uh)
Lotta years
trying to say is that, I love you I just
I feel like this is coming to an end
And it's better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt you
I've
Sometimes late at night
I see your picture by the dashboard light
And it takes me where I like to be
Wrapped up in a blanket there
Pullin' ribbons from
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