don't like, I don't like this place (I'm not afraid of you) I don't like, I don't like this place (I'm not afraid of you) I don't like, I don't like
[Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know
my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see
fuckin actin like that F: You better find one M: Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo M: Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay F
the party, they better act like they know YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!) Notice, how
No deal" Ridin with the type of bananas you don't peel Yeah, the type of weapon that don't jam Like most of these rappers in this game that don't man
don't mix With anyone else it's just business with friends I'm personally pissed Is this a curse or a gift? Guess I was blessed with my wish Don't
welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back" Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you I don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake
right, back And I mean I just don't understand why your not answering the phone If you don't want to talk to me It's like why ... [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire
please don't bother me and now it's lookin' like hella-smoke under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet rope and it's like getting reckless feeling like
you ain't got it you can straight welfare And you can tell where Above and beyond Pro James Bond And this fly shit is a part of me And don't I keep it
on, uhh, uhhh huhhh But they don't hear me though Uhh, but they don't hear me though, uhh, but they don't but they don't... I got blood on my hands
, have to go up state And fuckin' jailbait is statutory rape And don't you never get your ass caught on tape This ain't New York, there ain't no escape
You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster You don't want no drama with the blond bomber Original don
holes Police know, but just couldn't figure me out I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house It's grill, spit fire like I never been out And I ain't
Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking
I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now
Don't need candles or cake Just need your body to make good Birthday sex Birthday sex It's the best day of the year, girl Birthday sex Birthday sex It feels like
