Lyrics:
smell like the pack
Money trail right on track
With that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac
All my chains look like snakes, that's some real
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
not free"
"Tonight I'm gonna stay at home and watch my TV"
I don't build my world 'round no single man
But I'm (she's) gettin' by, doin' what I (she)
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
God for the game
My TV screen off the chain
My bitch, she off the chain
I came from the grain
The sidewalk chalk
The block stay hot
Paranoid,
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
girl shake it like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
Hole in the door fo'
and the new TV
Take the pictures off the wall
That's alright by me but
Where you think you're goin' sweet pea
Where you think you're goin' with my heart
ready that I'm ready
And I'm standing by the TV with my beanie low
Yo I'll be over here
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I
want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side, you'll be all my own
I
I got her bringin' back them racks, I gotem singin' back my tracks
They see me out and scream it out, scritch, yo shit is cracked
They can't do that
to, keep it gangsta
Your home girl want some, I just might bank her
Shank her, bank her, and take her bankroll
Big Snoop Dogg and my game is way
get to you its on
Now wow betta gas up when you wit da King Kong
Girl get it pivet wen a nigga lick it then
I hit it girl dats my grown style I'm
tight hips, hey little girl
You make my heart do flips
Baby please, don't tease, can't you see
I love you I'm on my knees
Something is wrong
beer float
Then put the tv on the channel where's it's nothin' but sports
Every room at the house is where I smoke my dope, no joke
Got keys
Follow me and you against the world, baby girl
(Oh, oh, oh)
But you broken, now she got your side of the bed
Your 6 with wide-screen TVs, in the head
You
a bloody fight
I'm your Voodoo doll don't you hear my call
Trying so hard to forget, got my bottles, got my pills, got my TV set
I'm imprisoned by my
grab my sweater)
Come pick me up I want a ride
(Hi Mrs. Stefani)
Hurry, hurry come to me (bye mom)
(So baby, where you wanna go, huh?)
Drive-in
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
'Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher
make them glasses roll back to your skull
Call a tail number, where you wanna go?
The fuck do he got that I don't got a lot of?
There go my ego again,
place to be
Down Rain Street
I took my Eileen by the hand
Walk with me was her command
I dreamt we were walking on the strand
Down Rain Street
another one
Different, specifically I don't copy
Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
I don't play one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's,
speedin' by, I'm holdin' on
Askin' God to help 'em, are you hearin' me?
Girl is tellin' me she don't know what she want
Lotta demons creepin' up, they
had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed
Where are the Falklands mum? And what have they done?
Where do girls come from? Where do
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