shake it mama shake it shake it baby... Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
can't resist The way you breathe down every inch Of my body we coexisted Well that was then. I never been so wrapped up in a love like that, It changed my
your guns, its all in good fun. We're making 'em run, making 'em run. Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand. I think its time we
along All this time You were coming my way I should have known I was wrong You would come some day But you know love's a crazy game Baby, there's no other
my body (inside my) Inside my body (inside my) I can't take the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my body I said I sacrificed All my
I didn't know I fell through the cracks of a place called home So where did you go? I guess it was places I was never told If I was born with a heart
Get all your bags and pack them quick Cause it's time to call it, call it Mind over matter and never disaster I've got to leave it all behind me Can
all But I cant I will bear the chains once more To be underground with your mercy Tonight I'll escape the pavement and the... Now the city has gone under And my
snow falling from the sky looks like angels tonight it would take a miracle to bring me closer to you any night but this one would be okay but the fact
the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle, All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle, I got the
poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night, through my bedroom door Now do you love me mama? Why they keep calling me nigga? Get my weight up, with my
my cologne and the scent that I'm smellin So gold diggin women say my scent is like heaven, heaven, heaven Shocked when I knocked her Love my company,
the fuck are they foolin’? Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what’s under my
chest look house lit Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this What you bout bitch Excuse my french emotion in my passion But I wear my heart on my
me ur still dashing my name around the city, Its all good thought, (brapp brapp) plublicity for free, White midget, uh huh mic fidget, Somebody just dialed my
song is deticated to all my people Its called "Message To The Black Man" Check it out [chorus] My people you supposed to be My poeple ain't cha But my
and American girls All the time Lose me in the dark Please do it right Run into the night I will lose myself tomorrow Crimson pain My heart explodes
this bird talk, make me want some Popeye's Ya'll getting no play off in my rides Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young Black Crown Vick, yeah dad used to scare Young My
