so much together And always climbed back up Whatever happens it doesn't matter Together we can't be stopped. Whenever I'm down I can count on my
're from the Yay, that's what. Open up the doors, go (go) ? Sick, Monkey on my back Psychos on my milk, won't let me go Down my throat, Yes (yes), cuz
being polite Now private callers get no love from me Just let me be... [chorus] Oh my gosh my days are getting longer There's no turning back cuz
hot and I'm so fly and you is so not Show me what your working with, just like that Turn around, bend over, bring it back Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back
to turn your charm on. Cuz you just think your bishop, the Don Juan. But if you think that your fucken with me, homie your on one. I'm cockin my head back
on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes at the mit, man I treat it like a Mogwai Cuz it will turn into a Gremlin
" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail "Cheche, get the llello" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn
llello Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail Cheche, get the llello Picture me being crack (tony yayo!) You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn
you be walking Coming through so that you all can really see Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality Ha, check your self nigga Just count from one
back to me The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off Yes it’s coming back to me (repeat 3x) The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! Rhyme flows cause damage on
on), some Chamilli (On, on), some Chamilli (I put on), some Chamilli (On, on), some Chamilli (Put on - Eastside) (Put on - Southside) (Put on - Westside
lovin what you see Won't do it big as me baby Won't do it big as me baby Won't do it big as me (oh my goodness) I know you're lovin what you see [Verse
a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live Do me
be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube. [Hook] Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on
need That's what I go to school for That's what I go to school for Her boyfriend's just turning nineteen But that doesn't bother me He's back at college
rap to rhythm and blues But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too He's like Baby can you give it to me Nah, I'ma give it to you
way back to heaven counting steps, walking backwards on the road I'm counting my way back to heaven I can't be free with what's locked inside of me if
