I need to feel This heart beat fast So I can lose this distraught that I feel inside The lights and shapes blur as I pass Searching for a shadow
GaGa:] Lookin at, lookin at, lookin at me Look at that, look at how they lookin at me Eyes all sticky like honey on bees Look at that, look at how
[Woman talking from the point of the view of his gun] Shit, you motha fuckin right I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot When you punk
't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up Look and learn Next it could be your
It's hot as hell in here Everybody wants to lose control The music's turned up loud and the lights Are turned down low Wound up like a hurricane And
em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high And you hit ’em low, hit
of my word and became a friend of me now you're just a enemy Chorus Verse Three: Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up just to
and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up
' today" Same shit we did last week. Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. Bag up and make some runs and roll up. 5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up
do with your thong! I'ma Pull it to da side and rub it down right Let me know if I'm wrong! [Chorus 2x] Look at those eyes, look at those thighs I could
Santa Dimengo On a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco The set up
different point of view and Do your best to see things my way Lookin down there is brother facin brother Dyin one by one But from the ground you can look up
sun will burn you up Your life is cold Your life is hot Your life's too much for words These occasions are such a relief Another point another view
ship how high it make you get fucked up? throw it up, guts or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck hold up Verse 2. now chew 'em
Lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at me Look at that, look at how they're lookin' at me Eyes all sticky like honey on bees Look at that, look at how they
whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up three
go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look
to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up
