Lyrics:
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
niggas they was not it
They let you down broke your heart im here to stop it
Treat you like the queen you are I'll be your top pick
Cause girl you got it
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
(Ray Charles) Ooh boy, open your eyes
A girl like me ain't waitin' all night
Ooh boy, better think twice
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice
dumb It was silly
Thinking you could get some of this?
Now really (really, really)
Too bad sugar and spice
And anybody else who think they can get some
for tonight.
Just tell me what to do
(and I will get right on it)
And I will service you
(It's okay to be honest!)
I won’t be frightened
By whatever
need a girl who gone say that she love me
I don't care what people think
So why would I even explain myself, you know?
You know
Myself
You know
Myself
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
First kiss from a black girl at carver's valentine lock in
Black or white it doesn't matter
God loves you the same racism fallin
Flavored with spice
No we
Pepperoni on my check
Imma show you how it spent
Roni on my wrist
What the time it be spice
Roni on my chain
Check my whip it look nice
Roni be the o's on my
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
the time can't nobody do her better
Joetip is the real, Joetip keep it true
When you think about the future girl you think about who
Who you think about
Donna your song shall live again
Think of your public (you took a snub, but there's a public who needs you)
She has heard the voice of the angel
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
really who the fukk are you
(who the fukk are you?)
I refuse to live in fear
So I know where I'm going to
Wanna hear em clap and cheer
So I'll tell you
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