Lyrics:
laid back in the cinnamon Range
Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls
You can taste it, my instict's basic
wanna be like nobody else (else)
Lookin' so good, I might ride myself (self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth)
Told bro it's okay to be rich
To the sunshine state where even gangstas skate
With all these California girls how could you not be straight?
It's that so-cal life and it's oh so nice
You
lyrics didn't
Ya gangsta look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Being intricate'll get ya wood critics
On the internet
They like
she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you MC's had
If you could rap like me, you
I wish I could believe you; then I'll be all right
But now everything you told me really don't apply
To the way I feel inside
Loving you was easy
White
I ain't got no beef out here
I know how to cancel mine
You ain't with it, stay inside
Me? I'm gon' handle mine
Everybody wanna be a gangsta
'til
I love the way, you make me feel
I love it, I love it
I love the way, you make me feel
I love it, I love it
Yeah, this chick got me feelin' some
the cherry
Ask me if it's good and I'll have to say very
Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel
simple to me make you speechless, my experience reflects on my lyrics
Surrounded by rats and snitches, preaching to be sleaziest creatures
Ain't a gangsta
(Se on meit'si big Mac
Sä näät mut ajelemas
Sit jossai vaihees mä alan
Ruuvaan ikkunaa auki)
Damn it feels good to be gangsta
Ku suun tukin
motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
Stroking in slow motion
It's gangsta I be putting her hands all the way behind her back
I'll be
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
it, be the boss it
Love it down till I've have exhausted it
Other dudes they pursue with their clown seeing
I knelled down on the real and I pray
When the train rolls by
I'm gonna be ready this time
When the boy gets that look in his eye
I'm gonna be ready this time
When my momma says I
hatin for this
You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
But they start to love it becoz I made it
a bit of fillin'
Young nigga with a attitude
But not a better villain
Get a million, I'm illin'
Couple Swishers and I'm chillin'
Make a bitch feel good
Out what I'm working with
Damn, I know I'm killing you with them legs
Better yet, them thighs
Matter of fact it's my smile or maybe my eyes
Boy
shot me out the sky (oh shot me out the sky)
Hey, now I'm crashing, don't know how it happened
But I know it feels so damn good
Said if I could
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
nothing but rock and roll to him (damn)
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood (ugh)
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't
girls they, they got attention
But I just always feel like there in need of something you got
It's obvious you're pretty
Heard that you're a student
me
Oh oh, when we be makin' love
Oh oh, oh oh
When we be makin' love
All night love me
Work my body
Make it feel good boy don't stop
Give it to me
down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya
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