're my only need I'm on fire 'til you come and put me out All I'm trying to say is that my psychedelic shouts When u damn me, damn u When I'm in your
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U're my only need I'm on fire 'til u come and put me out All I'm trying 2 say is that my psychadelic shouts When u damn me Damn u When I'm in your arms
baby U're my only need I'm on fire 'til u come and put me out All I'm trying 2 say is that my psychadelic shouts When u damn me Damn u When I'm in your
ignite cause we're Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype (
Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince
at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top Gettin' what I got, I just Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs Don't give a damn on the
, da, da, da If U believe in one thing, if U believe in 2 things (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da) If U believe in anything then let me hear U sing "Da
change) (But nothing comes 4 free) Joint 2 joint, nothing comes 4 free If U show your love, U can get with me U can get with me, U can get with
go, go "This town needs an enema!" "I'm gonna kill U" POWER "I'm not gonna kill U" SOUL "I'm gonna kill U" POWER "I'm not gonna kill U" SOUL
wi-wick-wick-wack"} Look {"wick-wick-wick-wack"} I'm the perfect one to show ya, all that slick talkin could be over All it's gon' take's a U-turn from
[Young Buck] You know what it is, G-UNIT.. [All Star] yea yea yea im the prince of the ville.. lyrics wise, im the best man, yall allready no. so this
Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin' again I'm tryin' again to make moves, I'll be damned if we
damn she bad damn she thick & i may not know perfect but damn she it & she thick & she right damn she nice u can be my judge baby yeah i'll do life
got things sewn up tighter than a football So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new Here comes
it, if you ever need to wonder how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn
smashed like crackers First I shalack ya and hit ya with the lacquer Then I go to marijuana class to study cultivation So I can make the U.S.A. a better
