a napkin out Wipe your sweaty brow Hail a dirty cab Stinks of beer and shags Can?t get home too soon Chorus I don?t need a reason To take a little
Take a napkin out Wipe your sweaty brow Hail a dirty cab Stinks of beer and shags Can?t get home too soon Chorus I don?t need a reason To take a little
thuggin, I don't give a fuck He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up… [Chorus] [Verse 2] Me & shawty in the coop, lord knows she's a star (star) For
a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody I got plenty
back. Renegotiating got a mil to do a dozen tracks. Yea I’m eatin only reason is because I rap, my homies eatin only reason is because of crack. They
world I don't feel right inside my own skin I never really thought that I just won't win Concealed in my mind my lights are so dim I don't want
haven't slept since I woke up And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker This is the end of EVERYTHING You are the end of EVERYTHING Shallow skin
town Another sold out show Spilling my soul to a ton of people I don't know And I can feel my skin wearing thinner 4th night no appetite for dinner Shit goddamn well ain't
they don't know you like I do They don't now you like I do They don't now you like I do They don't now you like I do There's a difference from me to
Because they don't know you like I do They don't know you like I do They don't know you like I do They don't know you like I do There's a difference
For the ghetto media, don't let the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is
feet on the ground I'm just a girl with my head going round I feel so sad Something unsettling out of my skin I don't know the reason or where to begin
vous (What?) Yeah bitch you caught now So don't even try to give me that shit you thought how it wasn't you who I saw now (No it wasn't) You trifling
better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a
Puts a whole new spin on radio head/Radiohead They got a thousand plays a week and we selling the same units (uh) Put they best rep up, they couldn't
lockin' us We on a mission, not a small time thing I'm addicted to the cash like The crack head is a fiend to the crack But I ain't into doin' no drugs
, they chokin' off they throw up Can't even see straight, leanin' like they need V8 Nigga call A G eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it
I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' 'bout, what's the reasons
