Lyrics:
that know they'e gangsta
Even though you ain't got no ring on your finger
But it's always the one bitch I mean one woman
If you got nineteen hoes,
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin'
know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin'
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
no matter how good the sip
Not the best weed or the things money can buy
When I fly, your rapid programmed, feel like I can fly
Smokin' dope,
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
the sweeter things
If you ain't sweet enough I'll find another tootsies pop
If you ain't down to roll, kit kat, I'll break you off
Baby girl shake that laffey
Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah
for confirming your catalog
Ain't really worth much
This shit is so depressing
Your son gotta wake up on
Christmas to no presents
Arsonal had the nerve
and your critiqing me
"Tell him rap on beat"
"He ain't loud enough"
So Im
Spilling my guts
When the time comes
Gotta put my foot down
Enough is enough
nun but a number
And I can't keep it nun else but an hunnid
I say hey how your day
I go by King K
That's my big brother there Lil Richye (Lil Richye)
happened (Broadway)
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you
Now my mama good, nigga she ain't gotta deal with ya
You want some money nigga? I
Month cin't Enough One Month cin't Enough
It's more than a month, more than just
Dr. King Tubman and Rosa on a bus, One month ain't enough
One Month
heartaches by the number, hear that lonesome whistle blow
I took the grand tour, lived the night life, saw the rose garden too
found a good hearted woman
love
I'm so blinded by your love
It's the earth and heavens above
You just give me one good touch
I'm so blinded by your love
Your lovin' ain't enough
called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake
good to be crazy
Isn't it, baby?
I wrote your name on my wall
3000 times last night
You were on my mind
That's what you do to me
That's what you do
today
You gotta know that you're beautiful
You gotta know that you're good enough
For everything that you dream about
It's like ain't no thing you can't
yeah, it's tatted up
You ain't get fucked, 'cause your ass ain't fat enough
If you talk crazy, get batted up, yeah
I like my bitches redbone, ass
just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? Let the record play
I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker
Bass through
Baby I don’t show you enough
I appreciate you
And I don’t tell you just how
(Just how)
Your lovin’ is oh so rare
And I won’t get it from no where
So
You're gonna need it.
With your good credit.
Don't leave home without it.
Yeah!
Yeah!!
Yeah!!!
Yeah!!!!
Yeah!!!!!
Transcribed by D.E. Gogerty
dealing with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust you ain't like this joker
And the set devoted to opening your neck
With the Tech, as you sit
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