know I'm tal'n bout), put them diamonds in your mouth (know I'm tal'n bout), pulling up looking real clean (know I'm tal'n bout), Navigator filled with
Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I
the curb, where's the weed and the syrup But I'm staying on my note, yep perfecting is with time Since I'm a boss hap, I use paper, pen in mine [Hook
to the curb, where's the weed and the syrup But I'm staying on my note, yep perfecting is with time Since I'm a boss hap, I use paper, pen in mine [Hook
) [Verse Two:] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon) Every
beat stops*} Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man
Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I'm talkin
get bitchy And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy If they lock me up today I'll be back
up, I pick the gun up Niggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter I don't talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my
I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian If they play,
Dig? (Yes Sir) You Naw'm Talkin' Bout? (Yes Sir) You See Wut Im Sayin'? (Yes Sir) You Know? (Yes Sir) And If You Dont, Well Thats Too Bad! As I
hah) [Verse Two] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon) Every cutie
I use are my ghetto words I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms I'm a get money I'm a flash dough Unique whips will cash grow I'm a keep pimpin
And we in the same struggle So the projects know Gotta million dollar profit Singin project notes Just know... [CHORUS x2] (this what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...) Wherever I'm at I'm
in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm
WC] Murder, murder, murder [Warren G] I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive Murder, murder, murder [WC] I don't wanna die I'm trying
sex, on the villa up in Malibu Marry who? Daddy please I'm takin' it all from the stash to the keys So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for
