Lyrics:
an ounce and bounce at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin' bimbo
So quit knockin' at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
Huh (walk my bare feet) huh (walk my bare feet)
Huh
of my head
Walkin' the backstreets
Lookin' for clues
I got to get you back
If it's the last thing I do
I'll go walkin' in a hurricane
I'll come
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
F-your
games games
Games
Games games games games games
Games
No more games boy
So what ya saying
Beat the beatness
Cos Donnie ain't playin'
Witness
gonna say
All this time you were feelin' the same way
And you were playin' such a silly, silly game
And my lovin' you hasn't been in vain
Baby,
wit' the Platinum Visa
Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets
Dig in yo wallets
Money I'm foundin'
Yea you got my heart poundin'
You a hot boy, drive a drop
I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin' head like clean clippers
Wit' haters on my dick like a jeans
turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could so bad, baby
You better quit playin' games with my heart
Quit playin' games with my
Don't play games
Don't play games with my heart, ooh-wee
Now the feels hit me differently
When they hittin' this deep, don't play
Don't play,
in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with
the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?
Going
us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my
think I should quit smokin'
Life is a gamble and I'm playin' slots, pull it down, close my eyes and I pray I win tokens
All Wock', no pop, how we drive,
Had to catch my breath, watch my step
Playin' this game, you can holla at the ref
And call a timeout, before you put your dime out
Stop, pause,
us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my
keeps your heart on the run.
I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint:
Took my money in a game of pool.
Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind
the game
If you're doing fine, boy, you got my vote
But step out of line, boy, and I'll go for your throat
'Cause I got my heart in the right place, so
You plan to bang, I plan to bang too
You playin' the games
I'm seein' the thing through
You sayin' my name to entertain ya crew
I ain't playin' no
My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
bitch on ice, stop playin' with me (skrrt)
Started in the game with chop her down (down)
Got big tools, bring your chopper down (hey)
Dead faces for my
seeing you out alone (out alone) (pretty brown eyes)
Listen to love
Your heart is pounding with desire
Waiting to be unleashed
Quit breakin' my
Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was
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