Lyrics:
though I hated you Wednesday
I didn't like the things you said to me
But I forgot it all by next Tuesday
And even though we fuss and fight (you know
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
If I say so, know they gon' ride
I know G's, and you know they ain't nice
If I pop up, I'ma want it, but I get by
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
my new shit, Mr ayo
Yeah we do a bit (ay)
Ayo, you pull up with your new bitch
I pull up with my wife
Don't get confused bitch (ay)
Ayo, you ain't
whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I
a lil' Dom Perignon
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we finna carry on
I'm hollerin' at these shorties in the club tryna get right
We gon' be up in this
know this ain't love, oh no (you know this ain't love)
What is it then?
It's desperation
She's lookin' for Mr. Right (hey)
Wants me to be that guy
(oh)
And love you just a little more? (oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mail room
There's nothing there we don't have
Bigger and better over here, I assure you
Thanks, Colonel
There, that's Oscar Hammerstein, ain't it?
Hey, Mr. H,
lil' Josh
"Roll up the perfect Swisher"
Goddamn the hurricane to the weed
Man: We miss ya i'm the best just listen
I ain't what the game been
Missin'
the greatest, them boys, they'll spike it
I can't tell you much, player drankin', damn sober
Never flippin' through the cut, we ain't, we ain't sober
Mr
(you know this ain't love)
What is it then?
It's desperation
She's lookin' for Mr. Right (hey)
Wants me to be that guy to her
It's desperation
I
That's why my ex, my ex, and ain't no Mrs
The way she acting right now
I should have pimped her
Throwing shots of liquor on my liver my nigga
Even my
Yeaaheaa, It's ya boy Mr.Easy Rider
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
by noon and beer before that
Southbound train on a hellbound track
Might just put two middle fingers up and throw one back
For all the people who
refuel, re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all
back
Top down, right here is where she wanna be
As my goals unfold right in front of me
Every time we fuck her soul take a hold of me
I dig her like
the bull by the horns
Yeah, we ain't fakin'
A-whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Well, I said shake, baby, shake
I said shake, baby shake, now
I said shake
I love
Right now, we never looked better
Forget our friends, girl, I love it when we chill together
And ain't nobody gonna feel how we feel
(La Flame, straight up)
Hold up it's a marathon
Where the fuck my medicine
We the only ones that's trill ain't we?
We the only thing they feel ain't it?
kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this shit (stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo,
One night with you
Is what I'm now praying for
The things that we two could plan
Would make my dreams come true
Just call my name
And I'll be right
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's been reported you've been drinking
And running round with men and goin' wild
Now we
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