t gonna play stupid so you can try to play me You ain't really tellin me shit and trynna slay me And on the real this quiet shit is startin to drive me
rings used to be prom queen with a strut that's me Shorty you want it you gotta come place your order And I might invest in two daughters like two quarters
agin! I like dat part! Crab-Grass Baby: Stroke me pompadour . . . That's better, I feel better now . . . Thing-Fish: Hmmm! Jes' like de Olympics!
day we gon have all of that Girl I know we just met tonight And this may seem like a line But I'm not the playa type Normally you wouldn't find me Under
says she like the way the top drop back Never thought my home boy girl a jock like that 40 on the braclet back to basic A mill worth of ice in these playa
Look at BG watch That bitch blingalingaling I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will neva See me sportin nothin that aint 20 g's or betta Me and Wayne take
best, but expect the worst You at a place like some D's on a Hurst Its quite funny Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny It seems as if thats what I need Filthy
the world (world, world) If you lookin' fly, you know you got it, say oh, oh, oh Now she got me all in a zone [?] Giovanni clothes Playboy bunny, paparazzi
around like a playboy in my hood. What type of shit is that?" *overlapping dialogue* Nas: "I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please Let me
East/West coast I'm a "Midwest Swanger" cause they love me the most (hey) Some like me humble, others like me to boast Please, my whole life is alphabets
didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me
some class G Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin
up out the ginseng Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend Fuck the police, you know me These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me Show me
these lonely girls wanna fuck...It's OK That's alright girl, that's ok That's alright girl, that's ok Keep callin me and beggin me and blowin me up
my crib knock-kneed (c'mon) And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah) Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me You come for all you want
Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land We in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like
she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief These niggas mad cause it's my party And my Benz is wide-bodied Despise me, like the feds despise
P-Daddy Some be wanna bag me, girls be one to stab me I be more than gladly to tell a foe Yo, you ain't offendin' me It ain't like you the third son of