m buggin' over you and I can't complain I've got to be glad that we still remain OH, I'm buggin' over you I count everything I lost and true love it cost 'Cause you
since she played you for you money but the shit was cool Guess its true niggaz be bitches 2 you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt now you
, cut up in the kitchen I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You
callin' me crazy You know you peeped that lady, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And when I turned and look at you, you tried To play it off but I can tell that you
the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me?
for the baits (man I'll give you four) For a verb unheard of (man gimme one more) Alright you got it if you're special With a dapper toe tapper when a
what's the problem, lately you've been buggin' On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin' You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin' Now you
Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over
right You blaze the weed then you down with the set yeah We got the type of bud that make you forget yeah The type of shit that make you wanna write a
beginning But then I gave you my heart and you broke it again I'm a fool when you smile, I'm convinced I get caught up in you and I just can't resist
Boi You know it's that high guy, from East P.I. Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi how you gonna handle me? You want me to lolligag
you be serving you might see work On Club Nina when you walk up you might be hurt You might skee skirt Cause you ain't getting in if you ain't got a KC
rain woes will stain insane Foes who drain and hang bros with brains If you caught it that means you got it, and if you brought it, That means you should
cut it I like the little lovely And ya city somtine pretty Y da kids call u ugly Man I'm buggin I be tripping I be playing but they listening I'm saying
Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you
up by my wrist and took me out to the street she started grabbin all over me kissing and hugging so I shoved her away I said you better stop buggin she
published "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you
