tighter Talkin all day on the blanket (so whassup?) with her ass jacked up, beggin me to spank it Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn
first to walk away from this (dying place you call home) The sun has burned the last time she crawls in darkness with no light in sight Like burning
Hold tight, miss cheater! You forgot, To wipe the scent of your lover from your cheast! I guess I never belived you had it in you Burn the charade! Ignore
For my whole life, I have been burning down bridges My only problem was foresight I was standing on them, I never looked down And now I am, knee deep
to me, I'm a Pit, And You a pup to me, You in the street cause you beat the case luckily! But You ain't tough as me, I'll burn You like a dutch-a-tree
times Dr. Dre? [Dre] Oh fo' sho'! [Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to the
Burry the priest and burn religion alive Baptize at birth with the black brush's wine The uncrowned king unholy Forget about the crucifix My rising sign
deal wit' my "Kill at Will" Here's a new gift to get Try my "Death Certificate". Amerikkka's Most, Amerikkka's burnt - its like toast Like Jordan
time Well I think that i'm just going crazy One day at a time Friday I got out of bed Tried to smile frowned instead Burnt some toast for breakfast
M-O-N-E-Y, so sexy, I That's money honey Damn I'd love a boat by the beach on the west coast Oh yea And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
coast Out here trying to do the LA most Showfer driven phantom like a LA ghost In the back with a drink take a LA toast I spend a lot of time in them
(Let's burn a hole so we can climb out Of these paper walls in this empty house Don't listen too close, their words are like guns With bullets that
sitting in my room wasting my time again better go outside better run outside where the fuck are they, all gone away where the fuck are you? don't you
O N E Y, so sexy, I That's money, honey Damn, I'd love a boat by the beach on the west coast Oh yeah And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
change And you should love it, way more then you hate it Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the
into?) (Come on, we can totally turn this thing around) I?d rather face a seven footer straight up in the post That sure beats hangin? here and burning someone?s toast
sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know y'all poor y'all broke, y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast, muthafuckas
