thing! CHORUS: Stop! The love you save may be your own! Darling, take it slow Or some day you'll be all alone. You'd better stop the love you save may
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you
jim' in my shorts than save a hoe I have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't
you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine
me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk 'cause I'm rappin' They askin' me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson I can't
mama, oh mama, I don't ever want to leave" and she said "son, one day you'll be on your own, but jesus died so you might live and you don't have to be
booth and become whoever you wanna be Express whatever you wanna feel, you'know'what'I'mean? When you going through your most frustrating time in life You
cried momma oh momma i don't ever wanna leave she said son one day you'll be on your own but jesus died so you might live and you don't have to be afriad
that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys You know he love headin' with them white
jim' in my shorts than save a hoe I have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell
-Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama
