Lyrics:
for me the way I feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my
for me the way I feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my
a marine biologist.
All my friends,
They call me "doh".
Ike & mike:
Hi, doh!
Frank:
All my family,
From someplace in this area,
And they complain if I talk
the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you wanna I?ma
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
caught out there
With all of those women, no
But I need, I need you to show me your love
(Show me)
Show me
Show me
Show me
Show me
It don't
love her for real
I got some bad habits, I fell in love with them colorful pills
Mike Amiri's on, I feel like Mike Jackson
Take them Percocet's by
the plates
Never show no one what you got in yo safe
Unless you wanna wake up switchy in your face
Niggas gettin' back doored every day
My city treat that shit
for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wasting time by talking down
You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feeling bad and I'm feeling fine
yea
VERSE3:
JOcNLEE:
Look, a felon friend who's used to making a rack a day,
You cant relate, if he ain't working for minimum wage
MIKE:
My mama
Clayton Savage and Easy Mike
And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,
So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave
And I'm-a give you
and Easy Mike
And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,
So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave
And I'm-a give you a shovel
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Shit, that's a dead- see my ex
Bitch, that's a dead bitch, uh
Said my ex bitch, that's a dead bitch
Call her,
for love girl you a bug
A boss and a playa I'm all the above
She aint a ten then its a dub
Don't wait till I'm gone to show me some love
You know you
pull cords and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
hardly know ya
Don't bother me to show ya
Let ya head get gassed by that fast promoter
Be real forever
So feel my leather in combinations
Connecting like
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold,
We just getting to the bag now
Aint got time to show love
She call me
Mike Lowrey
And i look like a high salary
Thats comas on comas on comas
Run
Now I’m back on my shit
Soon as money showed up they start actin different
Imma addict with this
Better than average admit
Wish you could have
blow
you away The more you bite your body gets hot Don't get too cold
because you
might get shot Knowin' that my rhyme's like a poisonous rat Don't
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
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