He whispers gently in her ear as they drive off in a car. [PRE-CHORUS] He signs, \"let's go home, i want to get a little closer.\" [CHORUS] She said
[2Pac] Get on yo' knees nigga Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
me End of the bullet where the karma be Why you wanna try to come talk to me Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G Journalists need to get up off my D
to Vietum now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control you better have the right gear get ready tryin back me and get rock steady by the mac
mean to bust your bubble but girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble so next time a girl gives you the play just remember my rhyme and get the hell
and clean your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist
shit Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone Damn, how'd I get into
6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
6'N the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you
walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with a new crew Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it a gang but we called it
Uhh, rockstar baby now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich n-gga lookin at the cops all crazy its the mob sh-t n-gga Martin Scorsese keep a close
name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tipsy in ch-chest Call for blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on a strecher
the sideline starvin Chorus-Amerie Amerie-2x I, I, I wanna get to know you I,I,I want you with me I, I, I just want to show you How good it would be close
car garage Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch, call the cops I'm a kill you and them Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs And when the cops
haters, cops and fakers Come with the drama, nothin' can break us Everytime that I turn around Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers
have a dollar in my pocket Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed I remember hustlin' Tryin' to get these crooked cops