a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em [Chorus] One time, two times, three times
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it she wet enough to get drowned slow
King Some of my niggas in the Ville' all they did was serve feins Fuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting All
the weed low when the police is rolling up Fool all I know is go and try to let them haters slow me up Stashing for my (insert)? They balling when they old enough
believed in me Yo, how many hours have we spent Exploring different cities This I'll never forget We're about to face our biggest challenge One for all, all for one All
heavy dick All day the lox flow hotter than Broadway Election time tryin' na cop blow in the hallway And there ain?t enough plates for y?all to eat with
cuz all of them live on the block When you rapping niggas know what you got Toughest ever, when you up on the top Show some respect when you approach me Don't you
No, no, no, they don't belong You can't just show up, use me Lie and abuse me this time baby, you, you, you, you You can stay gone You can stay gone
I said, "How would you know and what would it matter anyway?" Well she says, "You just don't seem like you do." I said "You're way wrong." She says "
some fun A waste of time for everyone Time has come to start the show It's boogie time for everyone Check guitars before you go They're close enough for
you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice" Oh, mama, oh mama "This lyre lark is for the birds", said Orpheus "It's enough to send you
all had just about enough You stab us in the back - You make us look bad As far as friends go - you're the worst I've ever had Your hands are red You
'll see what you say Well, you can rip me, you can tear me So go ahead and say what you must 'Cause you're a liar, you're a bad child Farewell and you
's too street for T.V. And the streets know she keeps it true That she's a bad girl But if you can't keep it gangsta Then she's too street for you And
I wanna thank you for the lives that you moved I also wanna thank you for the cancer that you gave E-Smooth and I'm sorry my belief is low, can you tell
feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you
me tell you all thats on my mind (repeat x4) Why take one bad apple to fuck the whole batch With alot of willpower to get shit back Things got low
that got fried Spam for lunch I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
