Lyrics:
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
'til it gives us what we want
So we'll ride our bikes down empty streets
Wind in our face and the night flying by
We've still got time let's use it up
could talk a little bit more by then
They could talk okay
And they spent some money
In the arcade at one beach
And at another beach they built a town
Out
lunchbox
While we are talk about you
About you
It's alright to stay
Nobody gets away
Except you
Why you're like you are ?
Do you think you're a star
La la
Tongue is tied, talk is loose, secret understanding
Making rules, breaking fools, surviving is the game
Time is now, got no use for begging
And I hope that you've worked on your alibi
You say I'm drunk and I'm paranoid
But I can tell by your eyes and the tone of your voice
That there's
when she walk
Like a Love Jones when she talks
Such a cutie right? Their whole crew is tight
But they don’t do it like her
It seems like for a while
for drama yo
Heavin' and screamin', I don't know exactly what I did
Back peddle, double talk, cuss me up
Then you walk
Do your sisters call you
the good gossip
You hold my head when I throw up
I hold your hand when you weep
And we talk about friends
Ad we talk about records, talk about life
your cheap talk (pop pop)
Who do you think I am
See me me me I'm on a mad ting
You don't understand
Never will I sing sing to the feds like couple man I
There she stood
She was a vision a picture of perfection
So I made the big decision
I'm going to talk to her
I have to show to her
It could
Whoa, ooh, yeah, superstar, whoa, superstar (yeah)
Talk to me, baby (yeah)
(One, two, three, four)
Rollin' with my windows dropped
Wind
you things that you should not know
'Cause you're the victim, the victim of love
Framed by the night, touched by the glove
You're the victim,
that I just can't wife that
Talk to her nice so she won't fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it
Caprices, drive by with the reaper
I hang out the window like I'm an AC
Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse
Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP
the dutch on the roof of your Benz
My lil man been runnin' since the shootin' begin
Why'all niggas talk about cases of Crist'
I talk about cases where
And whisper words to tell me it's alright
I'll stay by you in your darkest nights
Tine and again the situation shows
You make it better
Time and again
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
out in back
It made that clickety-clack
Our new old house by the track
At her window was a touch of lavender lace
I remember her face
Too many
wouldn't have never hit the airport to follow your dreams
Sometimes I still talk to her, but when I talk to her
It always seems like she talking 'bout me
money in my hands that I'd really like to blow
Swag swag swag, on you
Chillin' by the fire while we eating fondue
I don't know 'bout me but I know
Maybe we can start again
But if you really cared for her
Then you wouldn't have never hit the airport to follow your dreams
Sometimes I still talk
I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself?
(woo)
Niggas hate when I talk money 'cause they ain't got none (hey)
Make a opp run (hey), call a hunnid round Glock fun
Five hunnid eses, my niggas
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