Darling, won't you tell me first this will be forever Before you lead me up the stairs to that big four poster bed 'Cause only love has ever touched, that big four
dude Then after that you got a photo session right on yo Grab masses, spin, I don't know There's a fucking bunch of people that want to see you Four
here Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit
in Ready to handle this, the candle's lit, the light's is dim So dark be inner vision and she might lose her and inhibitions Hourglass figure make it last past ten Four
lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps Making that music that make your neck hurt And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac Six woofers and four
real clean Then turn back around and sell them bitches for 17 We gathered up the money, we could score six Headed out to meet him with 2 Uzi's and four
you head up and stick yo chest out And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out I hit the scence like po-po's In the four door chevrolet, we
very bad Yo, I got a fake I.D. though Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yo, two step wit' me, two step wit' me One, here comes the two to the three to the four Everybody
bag of rocks Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (Uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four
? Ha! I don't think so Yeah! Oh, listen to this We gonna come at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws
, four pumps where the trunk should be I hear the conversations about Nelly, he overrated I'm feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit
Shit, I get hard from the sound of a kid rum Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified] Shiny bald head catching sun rays Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways Four
, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling Somethin' tremendous, they spend grip Endless trips to Macy's, they trade me, so playa hataz, hate me I keep the safety off my four
up To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up I whips up the cream Twenty eight grams on the triple beam Chefs hittin' clean, how much clean? Four
A blackened wick is what remains The flame was blown out just recently Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick It won't be lit again, the