Lyrics:
hit me on
Nigga don’t hit me on the Nextel chirp
If your tryin to conversate about some motha fuckin work
Nuh uh Nigga don’t hit me
let the feelings fade
I can listen to the things you say
I can think about it everyday
But that won't get you
I can get the pointers made
I can't
Thoughts spawn as quick as they waste.
Forge disoriented futures.
Cutting in and out, floating in and out.
I'm about to chance a great deal
is too short
To be tryin to play some games
Now take some time and think about
If it's really worth losing me
Why must it be this way
Why do you
with you
Usually you won't have to play
Just wander off on your own way
This might even kind of trip them out
Get them wondering what it's all about
Shorty been eyeing me
She looking like she thinking about tryin me
She want it she can't take no more
I'm about to take her to my spot
I'm a get
The catalog and the catastrophic smile
Let the bugles play the sermon on the raid
I kissed you on the face
I kissed you on the playground
Oh Father John, you
don't play them games, I'm a grown man
Still rap, grow plants
Smoked out my tour bus
Don't kill my vibe, I'm on stage at twenty-five
When they scream,
Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything.
We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show.
Who wants to be Dinah Shore?
Watching, waiting playing who's who
Don't play to win to be second to you
The door will open when I suffer enough
Who will hold this hand when
The F-L-Y guy
About to toss some action
Here I go again with a groove to move you
Somethin' kinda smooth, you can bop your head to
Chill it,
will not stay there
And if I fall I will not lay there,
Grown man, this is not daycare
A big boy game, they do not play fair
But I still keep it trill
Rock, Ready Rock C)
Ooh that was nice Ready
(Ready Rock)
Ready Rock
Hey man, hold up man
I think I wanna tell em a little about this man
Aight break it
coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when
his shit for what nigga
yo Reggie what the fuck you got to say about that shit?
Man fuck that shit
Shit run this shit back
fuck it yeah play that shit
Now ash yourself, yeah, out on the insides,
I said I loved you but I lied.
Let's play this game called 'When You Catch Fire.'
I wouldn't piss to put
beep-beep like a trucker
Nice thighs, nice waist
And you know I can't forget about your face
But don't none of that matter
I'm about to make your pockets
got moon rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties,
habits, don't judge me
Just don't waste my time
Girl, it's about to go down
I know you need to play around
Ladies, if you're here with somebody
To me, it seems like Christmas is lost'Cause it's not about celebrating anymoreIt's just about giving to receiveAnd the illest thing to me about
wishing for miracles, living through ish you're crying hysterical
Settle for everything, complain about everything
Say your soul cracked, my world
a fuck about a rap nigga?
Being mad 'cause I dissed 'em on a track nigga
From where fiends from 'round here, get him gat nigga
Don't call me to get it
a movie star
Play like an all-star
Fuck like a porn star
Baby, I'm a superstar
Always posted at the bar
Always with a couple broads
Maybe I'm just that,
beep-beep like a trucker
Nice thighs, nice waist
And you know I can't forget about your face
But don't none of that matter
I'm about to make your pockets
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