Lyrics:
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little
alone
That's when you move right in
And make yourself at home
Mr. Pain, Oh, Mr. Pain
We'll you'd think by now that I'd have learned
To see through
just smokin drinkin and fuckin
and we aint dumpin nothin baby who are you lovin
(who loves you baby)
Verse 1:
We got a room full a clownin
And baby
Ms. American Gangsta, Mr. Blue Magic
I ain't ever met another gangsta like you
I ain't really sure but I think I liked you
Give you my number to my
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
to have a chance
Even helped by Mr. Moon above
This year's crop of kisses is not for me
For I'm still wearin' last year's love
and go
I know you don't really love me darlin'
Ya out ballin' Mr. So-and-So
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
Hold the fuck up! (yeah)
Wait a motherfuckin' minute!
Can't start this shit without me
Your motherfuckin' nigga, ya boy Lil Jon
Represent and we
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (you know)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But I love
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
'Cause if you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin
I get a flicc witchu?
I buy your records, everything you do. Can I get a flicc witchu? (Really?)
My daughter loves you, she's only two. Can we get
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
and our times and slow signs
moonshine man come feed me some of your souveiners
and I'll be gone
Mr. moonshine man
I'm your greatest fan
com on feed me now
thing
Young, dumb, and full of cum
Lil crazy ass nigga, homie where you from
I bang the bet, bang the set
Tat on my neck, teck on deck
Yeh yeh
thing
Young, dumb, and full of cum
Lil crazy ass nigga, homie where you from
I bang the bet, bang the set
Tat on my neck, teck on deck
Yeh yeh
me, she love me
You think that she don't?
Might wife that lil baby
Don't think that I won't
Ay tell her girl I ain't your last man
Throw that shitty
We've taken all you've given
It's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
We ain't asking you to love us
You may
low-low's, girl
(Still) takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all
her by the hand and guide her to my arms somehow
Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her
I need that woman's love to set me free
Mr. Lovemaker,
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