You could probably tell she bluffin Cause she kiss you with the mouth She gave me head with my concussion Yeah she blushin All Red Wanna Rush and go
here for You could be wifey material Baby I'm not mad at you Girl you get me high See, I've been jonesin' Got a crush on you Not tryin to put a rush on
is not enough This is not enough All the things she said All the things she said (x5) And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed They say it'
money to count Yeah you know I'm gettin right Bet they on my dick tonight All my women fly as shit Why your bitches scared of heights? Why these broads hear my late call Start rushing
wrong way, I'm just spectating But I won't lie, and say I'm not thinking about sex making It was on my mind real strong, but I don't wanna rush We can
description A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin' Police harass me and public embarrass me They use brutality without asking me I'm mad cause
at the slightest beef, I'm robbin' niggaz sold they teeth And no P.D can get the dick if they play toughie Last time the niggaz rushed me I ain't bust
Turn it up in my head phones (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) More Haha, coming to a ghetto near you, [Verse One] I wasn't mad until
' don't make me mad, you know I love you bad I want to sniff the glue that hold me to you I told myself to get a hold myself but don't rush me can't you
thunder Keep my number I heard your next best is now ya next ex 'Cause in the middle what a best sex "Hey yo Treach" An' I ain't mad at'cha yet What'cha
a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater That look is priceless! Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis? You ain't mad at me dog, you mad
to Suave you will have to lay it down [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Crime Boss] Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed The number one gangsta
in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad
truce Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely Always with the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad
now cross the fine line Money plenty sippin gently with the bentley My bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad
somewhere far away. And I don't know how to get there. And it's like ... All he wants is to chill out. (Joe : She' way too serious. She's always in a rush
is somewhere far away And i don't know how to get there Demi: It's like All he wants is to chill out (She's way too serious) (Joe): She's always in a rush