love, love, love me already Love, love, love me already, baby Love, love, love me already Love, love, love me already, baby To love, love, love me already Love
love, love, love me already Love, love, love me already, baby Love, love, love me already Love, love, love me already, baby Won't you love, love, love me already
funna cook a fresh batch Money maker, you makin money, then show me some Dime pieces, bend it over let me see ya thong Shades on, blacka bodies I'm in
Me Leeway Higher Than A Kite When I'm Rollin' Through The Alley Pass Me A Black And White But That's My Boy Cauze Me And His Skeez Is Tight And The Weed
about me is you don't really know a thing about me everyone's making a stink about me like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me surround me
me! See? The thing about me - is you don't really know a thing about me. Everyone's making a stink about me. - Like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me
supplyin things Who dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing [Game:] It's that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home Compton that's
to dream when your dream was being on top And you already there, so you look down into the city and see life ain't what it used to be Kids fantasing bout
party They locked me up, they must have hid a half a ounce on me Momma mad as a mother', daddy let him be Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G
(Joan Baez) Early early in the game I taught myself to sing and play And use a little trickery On kids who never favored me Those were years of crinoline
now we jus ridin on love a shinin dark We ain't tryna do nothing be at the heart. We need love, that's all now [Robin Thicke:] Love will come, tie my
Already Did [Wayne:] Already [Verse 1: Juelz] I'm Feelin Like A Black Republican Nah I Can't Call It, More Like A Black Democrat Runnin Outta Office(
talks: "Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole planet, looking for what Try to conquer all. So what? To all my niggaz with they kids that love they kids
hadn't seen in a year I usually be holdin - 'specially this type of weekend And everyone except for me had started reachin They had gats in each others faces, with kids
gonna be [Lil Wayne:] I, knock on the door, hope isn't home, Fates not around, the lucks all gone Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right And
I can't stunt and move a hundred bricks a month In the east they like my swagger, them broads be up on me In the south they love me, cause I'm down and
drones Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some My father called me to tell me he loved me I'd have a better chance