Lyrics:
I love my ho Never leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga Mama told me not to trust no punks And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me
wishin' the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that I'm currently, bringin', y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta Murder me, swingin', the Rule won't die
Fuckin' with a nigga that's way to pollish And if the road get to rough imma stand my ground Keep my faith and call on the lord And I don't hafta worry no
Niggas don't like me 'cause I'm makin' ends Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, 'cause I'm all in And any nigga trying to take what I got'll Hafta deal
the bitch to procastinatin' Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take Make a motherfucker masterbate,
See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth Then I'ma hafta play,
so [it isn't so] [Say it] [Say it isn't so] [Say it] [Say it isn't so] Why you gonna go do you hafta say you wanna go ooh ooh baby say it
don't wanna say goodbye I don't need a reason to cry Kinda makes me wanna Kinda makes me hafta Stop and think about it (repeat 3 times) Do I want to? I
of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in Or some romantic moon it seems Right from
isn't so) Why you gonna go do you hafta say you wanna go Ooh ooh baby say it isn't (Say it isn't) Say say say it isn't (say it isn't) so (so
Registered mail...special delivery OH NO You're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy OH NO I know you're in there, ya little sumbitch OH NO Goddam little
Special delivery ... registered mail ... You're gonna hafta sign for this buddy ... Come on out ... I know you're in there ! I don't wanna get
want the whole fuckin world in my hands I want a band like the US Funk Mob See I can rap I don't hafta lay sod, just to make ends meet October 31st
how time's gone by Since the day that we fell in love And still some times we hafta ask ourselves Was it good enough And time is bound to make us
the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cause I hafta [U-God] The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' Leave you cursed off, 'cause you worship the gat
setting you up Soon be forgetting your existence Do ya need a for instance? I hafta admit admire your persistence in stickin to a game plan That
around and there was a big old cop He said "Hello, boys" and then he gave us a grin 'n' said "Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in And keep all
Don't let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through 'Cause if you do then I'm a hafta choose the weapon that I gotta use And light my infared dead
to hold on To the butterflies that used to be inside You don't hafta say a word It's written all over your face, so before... [Hook] So before the night is
quick you hafta Hurry you gotta do your part Yeah, yeah alright I'll be there Alright Thanks, bye Look, I gotta go to the studio so what's it gonna
lawd, We de mammy nuns! Thing-fish: Step right up, folks, 'n meet de 'mammy nuns'! you two ugly white folks hafta excuse de sisters, as what dey put in
red dress on) Outa dat o-zo-mobile! (tell me what I say) Hafta go ta tia-juana now! (I don't have it) He should go to brown moses, Way down in
the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cause I hafta The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' Leave you cursed off, 'cause you worship the gat
the industry, like a bird to prey My stanzas has got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae I heard them say I was a conscious rapper But I'm a monster when I hafta
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