Can't take this...bad! Can't take this...good! Can't take this...bad! Can't take this...good! Can't take this...bad! Can't take this...not bad meaning
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me So can't you see through the enemies You'd besta be all you can fucking be Stay sucker
through in that six trey like sick em Dre. I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me. But hey, what else can I say? I love LA. Cause over
mum didn't [censored] (abort her) Now you probly get this picture from my public persona That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma, But I wanna just take this
just give me a chance, I can put you in a trance the way I dance . But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm taking my ball and going home (home). [
an image I live it Give a fuck? i don't know what a fuck is to give it Yeah I don't think this guy is well.. I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live
do what you can’t do, i make you look stupid and bamboozled confused as usual and you can ripped she can open a can too you better hope you can handle
chance and I'll try to forgive And I don't know And I can't guess If it's gonna be OK But now my last wish Is that you do this with me Kiss me here
For she has promised me magic if I follow on She takes me to a part of these woods Few have ever seen Where the sun surely won`t reach Still the ground
? I walk as far as they need to recover For how long? I been a drunk disrespectful little street punk Unlock the back of my trunk You see, you take this bat
’t stop To my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don’t stop To my people in new york Ya don’t stop To my people down south Ya don’t
don't see it then it, wasn't ment for you to see If you wasn't born wit' it then, it wasn't ment for you to be But you can't blame me for not wantin
is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got
run and get hung high strung, so this pig can win the Cy-Young I'ma hit this mothafucka a mile In the batters box, high as Steve Hal You can't salary
fuse Like noah, take em in two’s for 40 dayz and 40 nights In tha double tree up 40 flights. Chorus: (x2) Verse 2: We can see that you fuck wit too
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl No he didn't say that, yes I did girl I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl I
Chorus] Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga Cuz
