you are, on my mind, all the time, all the time, your on my mind. Yes you are, on my mind, all the time, all the time, your on my mind. [Verse 2:] I
it from morning to night, someones always going down now, im feeling the shots, the dealers the cops, always seem to be circeling round town, everyday of my
queen of the ping pong where you going boy i said nowhere she said i'm moving on i thought what is this i cannot resist here she is and i've always wanted
the house leaving lookin like backdraft All night I'm on the flow on And I'm a go on On the stage In a rage I'm a flow on You read the billboard then
leave the west behind And moscow girls make me sing and shout That georgia's always on my mind I'm back in the u.s.s.r. You don't know how lucky you are boy
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
on him, baby) All that you need I can give you (You don't have to wait, you don't have to wait on) I do, satisfy you (You don't have to wait on him)
for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Yeah, the Bad Boys are always spinning my mind I said the Bad Boys are always catching my
come from being well mannered And respect And regardless of what song you sing You can sing gospel, you can sing rock and roll God gave you that song to sing
Too short baby, that's the name When I rap my rap I rap that game I tell it to you like you always knew Short rap's not fake, it's always true It's me
clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas Now nip, dip, roll the strip Gonna take your mind on a serious tip Like always
in it from morning to night, someones always going down now, im feeling the shots, the dealers the cops, always seem to be circeling round town, everyday of my
the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seem to slip my mind
Eminem and Mike Drivin' down Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason Should be takin' my
up and swang, or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade, you know Im always on my paper chase, always get my green, always on my lean, me and Po-yo
Geneva, G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents, And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now I thought you knew
s on the back Rip poetical flows upon the track My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back and listen, I brought to your mind what's missing [
