won't fight in your war. i won't spend my life struggling under your control ...there's no controlling me don't you try and stop me, cause i've lost control
't control the urges Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips Trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin
name n haters get mushed. Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut. Now picture us.
the time they hit fourth grade They got the discovery channel don’t they? "we ain’t nothing but mammals.." well, some of us cannibals Who cut other
world done made a nigga craazy I got my .357 can't control it Screaming die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover ahh shit Thug life motherfucker
black eyed peas is comin’ hotter than sex We’re writin’, rhymin’, makin’ the beats Okay, hip hop blazers bringin’ the heat Motivate cut, cut and scratch
grab the qanco sinco We don't give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya'll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how
listen and read While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed Satisfy my lyrical
Uh huh Check check, y'all Yo Whitey Ford's the name The Hunchback of Notre Dame Couldn't get more bent When it's time to represent I control
stop 'em Then he tried to say I need to take my soldiers and cut Gave 'em the finger that's when he flipped and blew my shit up I took it to 'em, and
we're restless - and You think you know it all too well So cut all your senses Y ya no te pienses Que no!!! A long time ago When the shit hit the fan
my bitches at? (Ohhh) Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray Lord, forgive me They're lookin' down on shit
shit If I never did shows, then I’d probably be a myth If I cared about the blogs, then I’d probably be a jackass Don’t give a shit what people talkin
off the corner (Verse 3) Ok I cook ya cut, An ship an move it I make a livin' in this crooked public distrubutin' Just take a peek around, Cause when blood is shootin'shit
fuck sally I'm a pimps baby Cut me I bet ya I please bitches Ain't no shame in my game I needs bitches to increase my dividends I'm livin in shit that
Take two of these and call me in the mornin You should see the way the chain heart is so charmin Flying like a bird like Nelly Furtado Shit pop ya bottles
got shit that your man ain't coppin' You could hop in when your man ain't watchin' Give you one option, temperature's droppin' Gettin' cold, control
please don't keep telling me that it's ok I don't buy all the shit that you say And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it so please if I cut off this
