Lyrics:
kimono, or turban
They say I dress white, but my swag so urban
Tryin' my luck, I hit her with the text say
"Baby you up," Question mark
And she respond,
, babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
a presidential 'fore I
Got permission to vote
Got buls high before guys
Got prescriptions to smoke
You mad at ya baby mom
You cannot cap me 'cause that thot not
Girl your body mad oh, mad oh, mad oh
Your beauty mad oh, mad oh, mad oh
If you want my money (take it, oh baby take it oh)
I go make you my one
the days
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
Get it while you can, man
And stop hating me, fucking with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
[Dr. Dre]
I'm seeing
the way I floss bitch come try me like a mark, and you gon see a Watts baby
All I know is keep it a stack, I was taught in Watts baby
She think I'm sexy
admit it I did (yeah)
I done fucked with a couple of fans (fans)
I admit that I'm a gift and a curse (gift and a curse)
I admit that I don't go
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
around with Shallah Raekwon
A couple of years before the Wu was even on
They love the way I dress captivated by my charm
If you see me in the cut I'm
, I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)
Baby, I ain't mad
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We dont fuck with
But for you no promises
I’m a bad man, baby
I’m a bad man, baby
I’m a bad man
Make you really sad, man
I’m a bad man
Get you so damn mad, man
I’m in
frontin' son
Run up on me, and watch a nigga give you some
I'm swingin' for the fence, blastin' out home runs
Cholo with the knife cut your ass like
packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo'
is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know
need to stay
By my side (by my side, baby)
By my side, by my side
I need you, baby
Only with you by my side
By my side, baby
Only with you by my
If you lookin at me baby what you see's a piece of art, my father told me leave ya mark, but never be a mark.
If you swim in troubled water, then
your heart or make you sad
And this feeling I get without tou no lie make me mad And I can't handle that, when are you coming back
I'm done with them
ain't nobody mad at you babe ain't nothin wrong ain't nothin wrong
[Verse 2]
It's ok to be into me if you want to experiment baby I'm down go where
while you can, man and stop hatin me
Fuckin with my shit cuz I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions, niggas don't
got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly
And yes, he's so cool
Hey shawty (hey shawty)
What it do
He's mad 'cause I'm looking
I said to you
You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
You say crazy things when you're mad
But
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