Lyrics:
still ticking
But the chime never rings
And how long must I stay?
Will I lay by your side
Just to say that I'm yours
And you'll never be mine
With
I like ‘em mad, bad baby
You could be the one
If you wanna get trashed and have fun
Throw me wholly in the sky like a pizza pie
(Are you crazy?)
You
and play the game, get mad and change
Then you wonder why these muthafuckas call you names
Still lookin' for a way out, and that's okay
I can see you
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
, babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
for no ex
So, so, sorry out of sight
You can argue with yourself
I'm on some after hour shit, yeah (yeah)
And don't be hitting me up
Looking for
, I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
, I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
they woman (Don't be playin' with me)
Got marks all over her knees, ayy
(Maserati)
Rollin' off you
Rollin' off you, you overdosin' off my kiss
sometimes man ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous
I'm so appalled Spalding ball
Balding Donald Trump, takin' dollars from y'all
Baby your fired,
you leave your mark so everybody knows I'm yours
And I don't mind at all
No, I don't
When you gotta go
Don't you leave me all alone
Leave your
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
(oh no)
Hit the oochie-coochie 'til it's slanted, ooh
I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, baby
I'm gon' make your dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who
about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah)
Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad
Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
gon' bite you
Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart
Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar?
We the type of niggas pull up in new
Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me man?
gonna grab her by her phony ponytail
I'm gonna sling her around and around
When she wakes up she'll know she met up
With Mad Mrs. Leroy Brown
Well
standin' by your bed
And so tempted to pull out your I.V
(You gon' be in the emergency room)
I'm fightin' with myself
I can't hurt you even though you
you're kinda hearin' this
Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked
Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
Baby, 'cause I'm famous!
Nope, I
kimono, or turban
They say I dress white, but my swag so urban
Tryin' my luck, I hit her with the text say
"Baby you up," Question mark
And she respond,
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
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