Lyrics:
country when I think of Jimmy Dean
Then I get a Reba Mac attack, my appetite's obscene
Whenever this world starts gettin' me down
Holden me back makin'
all this? Why things gotta be rough now?
But, you had so many break-ups, you can't believe
You go and break my heart that I forgive and I ain't leave
yes, indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin' me
With your attitude to match right, don't be phony
'Cause I hate it when you act like you
Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc
Girl that's my word.
And if you wanna ride, then I just can't let it slide
If you plan to get me for all I got, you could start by spending the night.
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
I really enjoyed ya, yes, I did
We got to get together and do it all again some time
Though it's been
hear me
(Yeaa)this beat is funky
Just like your attitude
Funky
Sometimes in love we just have to say goodbye
Goodbye
It just ain't meant to be
trippin'
This my first real Rolex, it don't even be tickin'
This my first pair of earrings I can wear in the shower
Without them clouding up in a half
I close my eyes when i see you in my heart, In my heart oh
Where you dey i need you by my side uh uh uhh
Let me know when you go call my phone uh uh
minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas under-cards
You should be unemployed
All you smoke
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, she's
let's go
Yeah, uh
I'ma take y'all to the motherfuckin' club on this one, let's go, uh
Cincinnati, Tennessee, all my niggas in the D
Yeah, look, look
be too late, the punk might escape
And buck while, and in fact, bite my style
And I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial.
It's my thing
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
to see me through
Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty
Everybody's on a paper chase
It's one big
my fresh code
I'm out here fighting for you, don't increase my stress load
Niggas watching the throne, very happy to be you
Power to the people,
stilettos
We taking over like Francis
Switching our styles like the hottest new dances
See, I let y'all live to stack a little paper
Be glad I pushed my
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
This heart is your heart
And can't nobody take it away
Ooh no, this heart is your heart
And can't
talk
I won't be involved
That's my word
See I'm not the one
They got me confused
They got me messed up
Don't you think I've had enough
When it
I go by M-IN-E-O, but it really don't matter
Bury me with no tombstone
I want you to know my daddy
We don't seek Him, He come after
We don't reach
destiny
Hop on my murder chart overcome the odds
This goes out to all my dogs
Just holler if you hear me like a
Charger made by dodge made by dodge
Just ask
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