t care We all go to sleep in the same place And in the morning hope that we're all the same We sit around like broke down cars in the lot Waiting for
[chorus:] she got a caramel round round brown make me go crazy when she come around baby you's my butta cup ohh I got a sweet tooth baby you's my butta
time to play ( time to play) cant go broke another day (broke another day) No way jose (no way jose ) cause i aint got time verse 1 my stles so cold holla for
-=Baby Bash=- Which way did he go? Which way did he go? Which way did he go? [Chorus: A-Wax] This ain't nothin' new to me Look at what they do to me
you searchin' for fire Or titles, or tidal waves Tie the game like a shot from outside when it's 95 to 98 To throw slid into you left-side broke (Niggas
zone And when you inside you just kinda know And you don't stop 'Cause you just float And if you will then I know you don't And if you not then you go for broke But this a jungle let me go for
but can you imagine what I'm about to do The places I'm bout to go and the money I'm bout to see Gave bill gates some binoculars and said look out for
dance ?bitch, great ?kings, yeah! We all wanna see? So they probably gonna faint, They probably gonna faint, yeah! Dollar for dollar is gonna rain, yes! Things I'ma take for
When I was the age of five But chose this guitar Now I'm broke and can't survive I'm in the wrong business I ain't lyin' 'Cause I stay hungry, broke
Moved In It's Been a Week Or So, Brand New Coupe So The Seat Could Go, White Bent Light Tint Ridin Like WTF Is An Indictment Spend Ten Thous For Excitement
cust' Chevrolets Like O-Wax for Kaine, lookin for his cousin killers I got a dozen peelers for niggaz who doesn't feel us I changed for a reason but homey
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make
it Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused
give ya a chance ta dodge bullets from the 8 when it revolve Niggas love when you broke but they hate when you get large Wait for you to slip and try
gon respect it Tote guns to rob niggas, I tote 'em to use And leave enemies and friends alike broken and bruised They ain't crazy they just broke and
beneath me Now go get fucking stomped son No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I'm a go right away Mny fly ass can
take a peek Don?t you tell me that you scare so easily Must be shyness, well, now isn?t that sweet But go and throw caution to the wind For you, I put