I can do u, do u, better, better, better Than he can, baby, baby I can do u, do u, better, better, better Than he can, baby, baby I can do u, do u,
start walking I know it's your first time, just follow your first mind And when you lose control, I'ma smooth ya soul But all I really wanna know Can I
t got the mind for luv making, cause I'll leave you where I found you at The club shakin' Cause I'll do you like bruson bacon Baby maybe I'm mistaken
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[Chorus: singer repeats 2X] I can do you, do you, better better better than he can, baby baby [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Yeah, uhh, it's Cook The voice
a deal but sh** got worse fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worthless bi*** that I wasnt with I
grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any
know what I'm looking for I'm looking for an open door To take me where I can live my life The way I want to I'll do things my way Right or wrong
lae and I'm trying not to raise my voice Negotiating it She'll win the argument Shouldn't even started it I'm broken hearted I can't be parted I
This my rap, everlasting No words can be after All I need – put your hands up now After that we gonna start this They say I’m gangsta, but I ain
Luckily I haven't had a drink 'Cause I'll down you ass Than I'll clown your ass 'Cause the niggas I hang with ain't rich (I ain't rich) We're all saying
diapers, bottles, and similac Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack For decent shelter and clothes on my back? Or should I just wait for help from bush Or
do you pay for your crimes does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero you're nothing till the weekend if you think that you're the thrill take
past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit
it can't get paid Ya can't get a coupe so you get a Chevrolet And ya momma on her knees all she can do is pray But where I'm from this is life same shit
in every way, How did Ghandi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all, Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall, It's to give; I guess I'll pass
