Lyrics:
She likes me....
She's playin
She's playin hard
She's playin hard to get
She's playin
She...but she likes me
She likes me
She's playin hard to get
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!"
"Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework"
"But
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
on patience
Trying too hard to get ahead
You think you'd know by now, man
The game you're playin' has gone cold
'Cause you don't know how
You don't know
begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eye,
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by, let her
or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in
care
Standin' outside on a Friday livin on tha edge
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads
It's seems like we all are waitin'
For a drive by playin tag
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
ooh
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin'
Everything he does
seems to come out right.
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised, I was hypnotized
By the sound
alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what?
Hit 'em
hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
Let me get this straight, if I drop 40 today
You don't care if I eat, you don't care if I ate
They say, "You
on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we
No more ice cream cones to share
No more sittin' just playin' in your hair
No more picnics out by the sea
There ain't no more nuttin' and it's all
to the core like Earth
Don't touch, don't go, niggas might get bucked
Yo, ayo
Uh, yeah
Let's go, let's go, I ain't playin' around
Red nose, red nose, all
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
it's hard to kill me, but I know they gon' try
You's a pussy boy, yeah, you a feline
Get your own business and get out mine
Had to kill a witness,
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
of my bitches Are two in one, she keep
On playin', I need the one, she super Crazy, two in one, yeah, two in one, We finish fuckin
By two in one, I got
were standin' at the bar
It was hard to hear
The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear
You pulled my jacket off
you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
(Oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High
came from
The Feds picked a couple niggas up
Now, we duckin' them Feds now
It's hard to come by some Activis
Now we drinkin' that red now
Cocaine all
We were standin' at the bar
It was hard to hear
The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear
You pulled my jacket off
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