me off So why you want to go and do that now? It takes a lot of effort and time To push me over that line Take a lot to piss me off But you're gettin' there
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me off so why you want to go and do that now? it takes a lot odf effort and time to push me over that line take a lot to piss me off but you're gettin' there
Can you still remember those feelings again Seems like everytime I see you There's a tear in your eye Time to make some decisions Or go dying inside Rap: Tell 'em all
whatcha heard" "Ice Cube do you wanna hit this? This shit is hype, sho' you right" Soon as she passed me the J and a lighter Me and this hoodrat bitch got tighter Talkin all
a different day in the ghetto I know cuz I been there on the same block in the same gear Drinkin', smokin', wishin', hopin, [Hook 2:] And if you're gettin
Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch to bein' actors, image is all ya after, ho galacta in the lip, the clappers and
dance. Wish I could shut my playboy mouth. How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe. Control your poison babe Roses have thorns they say. And we’re all gettin
' man come home] Verse Two: And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home but only now I was fucked up plus all alone My father talkin' all
: Movin...yeah! yes movin... At the speed of life Verse Two: And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine There was a time it was all about
hit it, now pay your dues [J-Bo] Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough And for all who don't know, there
no games, its automatic hit ya' They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha Jump out four doors, let me get that there Partna, leave
mentioning Murder and a cocaine distributing Through all that was dividends comin in I'm straightly gettin betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit Callin all cars (callin all
out All that a-s Hanging out Bikinis, tankinis, martinis No weenies Just to get In betweeny Katy my lady (yeah) You looking here baby (uh huh) Im all
She sitting there gettin liquored up at the bar. She say's it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are. There
man Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin' home, now
why in the world do I feel so alone Nobody but me, I’m on my own Is there anyone out there Who feels the way I feel That there is then let me in and let
black." Well, Slammed the door and I'm out, Now, what? It's probably warm in the house. Fuck, I forgot my jacket, forgot it was winter. I'm gettin' thinner