Lyrics:
Mr. Christian, you was too spooky
Now Bush want to slave, and Russia want to nuke me
And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?
Stay off
isn’t driven by any ulterior motive; relationship built in a linear motion.
Now alas with her rocking an hourglass figure, it’s no surprise time never
replenished
(Ohh)
So let me take you by the hand now
Love will help you understand now
I'll never be another let down
But if you leave it be another man down
can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Tryna knock
-
Self genocide rhyme
Hang yourself from the noose -
To spit iodine from a spectator's view
Punch is off his rocker
Locked in Davy Jones' locker
gonna feel it when we jack
And be quick with it, be crack
Hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'm a see who
I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest
to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho
highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil
why's he calling you baby
I thought that this money would've made you stay
But what can I say I'm in love with the games you play
So baby let me play
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
the topic of discussion
I don't fuck with you like I'm coming out of Russia
I got the K just like a Russian
So you better get to running
Before I treat you
bad, it ain't that
You have to follow it's path to be glad
But people think, they can get away
With murder and enjoy their day
Murder is what they love
to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me
Take them shots 'til the bottle empty
Let's this money, girl don't tempt me
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
the sand.
In respect to the clouds
And the colony of your eyes,
That day we made love,
I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones"
Hey
honcho
Bitch, we came from nothin' just like the big bang theory
That poverty stains kept the pain buried
And covered the shame with a dream
We would
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
Damn
Fuckin' on ya lil' bitch, I feel like Mike Jack
Why these bitches playin' with my hype, like I don't like that
When I put a dick inside her
Grayson, Hehehe
I got a thick bitch all
Up in my Christmas list i got my boys on the
Beat spittin' Christmas shit
I'm getting dome from yo' bitch
different
Me I get cash while them boy get high
Don't talk on my name if you can't rise 5
I'm stuck in the booth at the silliest times
On my Jack Jones, man I
(Why would I)
[Chorus]
I still don't love 'em, I still don't trust 'em
I get paranoid every time I fuck 'em
Known to break rubbers
That's
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service announcement from
River push off him into something deep
I wish he would think(uh huh)
I wish he would think(uh huh)
Or listen to me, 'cause
I got a love Jones but
something deep
I wish he would think (uh huh)
I wish he would think (uh huh)
Or listen to me, cause
I got a love jones but I'm not Larenz Tate
How would it
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