it means, I know that I'm too far away, I know that I'm too far away, I know that I'm too far away, I know that I'm too far away Another song about the she
, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
on the pavement. (uh) And now they telling me this little girl just got raped, Some dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop, Wait, man she
it seems See I seen how she glance and look away like she want it I ain't saying I'm a fuck her but I could if I wanted Know it hurts that she flirts
him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking She
trees, please curtains closed Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she
, no joking I think his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it? I'm a made man, I wear J's and I been around more
us to practice this freaky religion Hey, hip hop is here to stay 'Cause it was meant to be that way Yo, you say neato, check your libido Then show up at the church
rule number one If you wanna be my main girl Gotta keep your hair tight Toes right, yeah girl You gotta be a girl who Has a lot of virtue Like to party in the club But she go to church
she said she did and went on about how terrible it was that Clinton wanted to reduce the army and she was so animate about this that I started to get
was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
creative with the hair cuts like T boz Favorite rappers is bow wow, snoop, JD and nas Always up in somebody's face tryin' to fuss And to get where she going she
gone Your papa never told you About right and wrong But you're, but you're looking good, baby I believe you're a-feelin' fine Shame about it, born under
sons pockets bleed to death She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet When she wet, ain't no controllin' the heat For baguettes she give love to ill
roof, bumpin Snoop "Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about
told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches Uh, fuck church, they singin' and