VIP jail cell just for me If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face They say they want you successful
Shall I continue where I left off? I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin
Philly, I Was sort of easy going, I Was really a silly I I used to mess around I was kind of the class clown I hate to see you frown I hate to
all them niggas you feared you fucking busta, busta Let the evil or the money trap you and thats life at you every second we coming at you and you the
I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you You all know you're my homies And eh, alright we'll
"I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you, you all know you're my homies And, eh, alright we
I mean you got carried away in the moment And I could forgive you...I could do that I could do anything if I wanted to I could buy you a Lexus Truck
] You're a shinin' star You're a superstar Ooohhh.. Large star But you gonna be large You're a shinin' star You're a superstar Ooohhh.. Large star You
like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for action? Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want to pump
boo boo Back them two boobs, you on the tape with seven dudes Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson You want interviews, in locker
done already blew sumpthin' I still want the green, cornbread and the cabbage No Limit savage, one known as the baddest When I was bustin' out expeditions you
party off right I told her to drop over in your new whip, bring some friends you cool with I'mma bring da cool whip, then I want you to strip See you
but no not you cause you a sucka [Verse 2: Mister] I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat feela Take
you on my dick, but umm I like the way you scream yelllla! 'cause, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted
Michael Jackson for child support, Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt, Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt, I'll have these rappers
In my room listenin', to some Michael Jackson Relaxin' And you used to sing me to sleep And always stood behind me You saw me off when I had to go My
wrong Why I can't concentrate on anything but reruns I wish i had some more stability and I I wish I had somebody makin' lunch for me I guess I miss
you) I told her that (He wants you) I want her back (He loves you). Girl, I want your body. you know I