Lyrics:
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous it's the principle now, I'm so into you
I really like
What you've, done to me
Cause when I look inside my heart and I tell the truth to me
Loud and clear my soul cries out with total honesty
I need the fire, fire, fire to keep me
It's too late to turn back now
There ain't no space back there
And how did I begin to lose my self control
How did I begin to lose my self control
make it to showtime
Learn how to love myself
'Cause that's bound to help gеt rid
Of the self-loathing in Las Vegas
Undеrneath the Nevada desert night sky
'm gonna give you some of my good time
Oh, so polite indeed
Well I got everything I need
Oh make my days a breeze
And take away my self destruction
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Crusing through the neighborhood
Some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal
But lets make it understood
I'm just one
reggae dancin'
Now we on the floor
Gimme, gimme some more, oh, yeah, yeah
The world is yours for dancin', yeah
The music makes for a little romancin'
I
ain't promised but I hope it is
Love to get acquainted with you
Stay and tear the jail up
Did it for my dawgz so I had to put the bails up
Get them
as slick as you are-ah! You make the pants
Uh! Hey brother, do ya like it?
The girl over there with the funky pants on ha!
She can ah! Do the chicken
self
All by my self all by my self
How many nights I had a
Dream about me waking up
Up on the other side I'll see
You when we making up
Then I open up
the wreckage?
Fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you act like one doesn't make you a man
Don't think you
and I lose my self control
When you put your hands on me, ooh
I don't know if a doll can unwind
Or how to make a person go
I don't know how to be
Have mercy!
Now. there's an outer self we got to deal with
the one that likes to go to parties,
one that likes to dress up and be cool
and look
self-conscious
That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches
Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy
I can't even pronounce nothin', pass that
I make a false step 'cause he yellin', "Help, help" (help)
Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt (belt)
Gambling with the trap god, better
going crazy
With two ladies
Looking so good, don't you want to be my baby
You lay it down don't play around don't make a sound
Let me see that ass
on Biggie
I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me?
Life after death, hey this must be hell
I asked for six figures, God gave back self
I'm on my way
I can't see
You and me were meant to be
That's alright with me
Friends come and friends may go
My friends, you're real, I know
True self, you
sat down in the seat you left
You walked up I said "what are you doing with your beautiful self?"
You rolled your eyes but you laughed and your song
Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West, like he was running the mob
as slick as you are-ah! You make the pants
Uh! Hey brother, do ya like it?
The girl over there with the funky pants on ha!
She can ah! Do the chicken
I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that
chasing
Now im a fun girl, like to do it while im naked
If i take any shot , better know that imma make it
You aint playing with no thot, i just want
followed right along losing face with the hours
Photographs of our best moments make me such a mess
I need to pull my self together and let it out
Pull my
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