when I did you wrong and all those words not quite light as lead It's right up front and fed All my mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds made
red like Peg Bundy. You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs - You're garbage, so I'm taking out the trash. You, shit on me? C'mon baby girl... Ain
King T] When they need work They call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out
give me some I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my waste line Duckin' the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no fed time Sometimes I just wish I
became a feen I took over the world when they gave me a beep machine And then I made my city jump(jump) It's your favorite producer, come on baby let
go when a woman's fed up she's not afraid to let it show when her mind is made up the situation is outta hand it might sound crazy baby but i'm a changed
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
a brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta try
deserves a grammy check out my big screen most bitches don't know but you know what suckin a dick mean yeah the head was fed but what up with that in
cop (cop) Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH) Drugs, fetti and sex Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!) I got a cold conversation Could talk a cop out
tell when she drop it I gonna go hit her or ima be ass'd out I'm seen her walk by me, damn near passed out Then Crept up behind her, told her it was time
she work and she poppin' that thing Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar She could never breathe on a nigga dick and made 'em cum Come
ones who made you So baby, baby Get down, down, down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down,
way to school And then you find out, that it's a holiday Tank is on full, the sun is in the sky So you drop the top, it's time get out Kind of how it
Moe) Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out
really don't care about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop (I can't stop) Oh what's wrong Rahzel? You're trying to sing? Don't worry baby
Then she started messin' with some major players Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch Taya Found out her baby
