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-o-mite Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed So come move that ass I know what you wanna do She's looking for a phat wad Lord of a god you look good
me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what
Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air give me space beats with plenty bass drink my
But the governmeny ain't doin' a damn thing, and all we investing in is Hydro and liquor stores SS 4 doors and 24's But where I'm from thats what we
a song hook . Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down and open doors to hurtin people like me People like me (4x) Heaven, is there a chance that
all good, we ride through the hood In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate These niggas don't know They don't even wanna show no love to a a
flat like a doormat Niggaz ask for but they don't want that In the rap game takin niggaz clientele White ones like the powder that I used to sell Give a
when a nigga had time to go Walk to the bus stop, sellin rocks on the way Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that
To be the perfect girl There's plenty of room in your bed To make a perfect world Out of a fucked up head Comes a perfect girl Out of a fucked up head
our toes, toes Trying on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowing up our phones, phones Drop-topping, playing our favorite cd's Pulling up to the parties Trying to get a
bad You gone have Kurt Kobain askin To autograph a bloodstained napkin I'm fashionable and 'bout as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole Now let's take that
jump everywhere we go It's no secret, everybody know When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved And plenty honey's involved, the sunny Sunday's and palm trees Cali, everyday it's
gun out and let's a few of 'em off Missed who he's aimin for six feet away's the door In St. Andrew's hall not a stray slidin all over the place Sprays
should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album And show you how to stay off my dick That's the thing I hate the
the matter with us We can't figure out if it's Lust or it's love What's sad is what's attracting us to each other They say that every man grows up to
