t you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Said I'll try if you want
B and the runnin man I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab A young
? We still here, you rockin' wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (Ah) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced
we gotta put four up in your dome Take this fuckin' shit You know why the fuckin' people love me? 'Cause I'm fuckin' real I tell you what the fuck's
b and the running man I'm the one to stand wit the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin' I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab A young
your lyrics back up on the shelf Now I'm going to pass it to the b-i-z m-a-r-k-i-e Cause I know you want to see him [biz markie] Ah one two, one two
When I'm sure that I'm pure like snapple Suppose when I write my rhymes like I'm the big apple Or new york or whatever you call it, I don't even care
the runnin' man I'm the one that stand with the gun in hand Make sure before you buck with Duck Quick Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit I
of fact i was the one who said i loved you first, it was about 8 years ago, don't act like you don't know, 'cause you know what i'm talking about we
the bottom bunk Now I'm moving on up, straight living it up Well known in the zone and I'm still homegrown Like Al B Sure, shit I'm on my own But there
(feat. Al. B Sure!) Oh yeah... Love somebo-dy... [Al B. Sure! harmonizes] [Chorus x2: Al B. Sure! ] Love somebo-dy who loves me for me Happy hap-py
in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab A young Houston