with your lonely games This one I'll never win Because when it's over now [Chorus] Because when it's over now We're just broken hearted star-crossed lovers When it's over now
like how she's holdin the balls Gobble gobble, from the incision Stuff that bitch and it ain't Thanksgiving Didn't even have to fuck all night long Take me home, damn it's
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over
y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now!
the same time you know it’s hard for me to stay on Yeah I’m feelin ya, but at I gotta keep it real with ya Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with
hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres home Just seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrong Kelvo,
police are like past foes When they was hangin' us from trees with a lasso They oversee a steady beat on my ass yo But when I call y'all in need man
ya mami's spot I am trying to get dat dough I demand it now You panic now, you betta pan it down For the neighbors be over here tearing it down This
the game fuck you Check it out [Nelly] I - opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pa-ger's
game, I said I got my game from the OG's Smokin reefer, moonshine pumpin OD's Bought a old plain chain, yeah you know me shipped in from Cali got it home
' (Bigger pussy) When im packin' yo' nigga you know the taste At the "S" it's 99' you serve me wit' cha' face nigga you know we did it you be trickin'
I'm feeling sad There's no place like home I'm feeling sad I'm feeling sad There's no place like home Yo there ain't no place like home And I'm itching
I said hello dear I was just about to call you I got a couple tickets to the RunDMC concert (I'm wit it) It's six o'clock now at eight will you be ready
call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see black When you get home
s house... Chorus To all my G's rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right
see how you gettin' murdered from the back If it wasn't for the flicks, would you be all on my dick? When we fuckin', you let a nigga call you bitch. When
ain?t never comin? home They call me and I try to tell them stay strong He said Maino my life is all blown My son gon? have grandkids when I come home
