wanna step into my life And do me right You play with girls all day Call me every night You wanna walk with me You wanna talk with me But when
there ain't no fakin me Say it real nigga till the undertaker takin me Past the blind even they can see my pockets got no vacancy It's Ya Boy be makin me
in my armrest for me The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me I get on last and demolish everything before me We run shit and that's a fact
so I'm startin to jack off Cuz I'm so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a
effect Catch red (Put him in a yokes snap his neck) Mr. M.E.F (The bigheads is at it again) Bone shattering, beat battering me Scattering like roaches Blessin with
Pretty Smile Smell Real Good The Only Time She Need Mane For That Good Jugg They Buy The Bar Too They Superstars Too They Be Like You Ain't Got No Money Take You Broke Taill Home Baby Phat
with me mane, I'm fuckin gangsta nigga, Fashow turn dat bass nigga... look [Verse 1: Webbie] U see me I'm a g me u can't be me, I make alot of breezies
' bun's Plus I'm do' low at a table, I'm with this chick With a phat body and the ring up in her navel Dances around, she struts with the walk Touches
kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me speak the magic Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc People pay Just to have me stay
me Gucci bag 50 grand in it Look don't put yo hands in it Do it the dummy way You Catch me doin my dance with it Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know
Put him in a yokes snap his neck Mr. M.E.F, the bigheads is at it again Bone shattering, beat battering me, scattering like roaches Blessin' with the
the light Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic Bitch, Short Dawg putting it down with the E Double Shh, you remind me of my phat gold
t nothin' I can't do Listen man, I'm tellin' ya you can too Man you got no idea what the heck it took to get me here I'm talkin' big hockey bags dragged
the bed with grandma Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry rack Walk with me
larynx My bird blew niggaz away like a clarinet My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec Haha.. [
's yet to begun But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
