don't count on me and i won't count on you don't wait on me and i won't wait on you don't pass on me and i won't pass on you don't count on me and
Pussy pop on her handstand You got me sweatin' Please pass me a fan damn! [Roscoe - Chorus:] Girl the way you're movin' Got me in a trance DJ turn me
got me in a trans, you take of yo pants You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN!! [Chorus] Girl the way you movin got me
greens got them bells in the cupboard That white girl got me rich I think I love her She don't love me she use me if using me means losing me than move
call for the herb Mathematics with a addicts, you can call me a nerd I don't get money nigga, that is absurd I passed it like magic, then ball like Byrd You can find me
King of the ghetto enertainment got me havin' change You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me Don't get twisted I'm
something mayn, don't let me catch no case I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off You can call me Deadly Head, cause
really blessed [Chill] It ain't my fault, my Lord please forgive me for static But I had that line in my T.V., and being broke and don't have it I'm
sun in my Range (they mad at me) Pass by don?t speak to the hatas (they mad at me) House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me) Guess they ain?t
and trough the woods I've come this far to bring in the goods I get high, even when I don't try Let 'em pass by with a wink to the eye I reserve the
' from the PA These niggas call me cause but I don't know why, cause we can't relate I got yo sister doin' thangs on camera I can't replay But she's a
damn good thumpage in that waitress' ass When I go on tour gonna get me a pass Hell, don't want no fuckin' limey gettin'...on my god damn case Woo!
em, bitch Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run So the po-po don't catch up--nigga can't be arrested One M-11 me sendin
I pass by niggaz gonna see me (see me) When I harmonize and ladies love me Never brag on things that ain't right I ain't homeless dog that ain't my
just like animals Me and a hundred others just like me We split up come the springtime I never seen Frank again 'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on
about me is you don't really know a thing about me everyone's making a stink about me like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me surround me
that you slept on son Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one! Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum He don't