a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and
he's a DJ All night long he's got the beat Fuck him he's a DJ He playing that song it works for me Fuck him he's a DJ All night long he's got the beat
to just remind you all is meant to be I am, I am a camera I am, I am a camera I am, I am a camera I am, I am a camera I am, I am Here by the waterside
you gotta He asked could he rock my body? He also asked could he buy me a drink? Six oh Ferrari, then ride up in my Safari What a deal word up, how much
the key So this time, when I showed her me I said, you know, I'm in a band She said why didn't you say so I'm Kandy with a K, so I guess you want to
You walk around with my heart in your pocket You know I'd do anything you ask Sometimes I sit around and wish this never started But I know I can't improve
K (A to the K) A to the motherfucking K homeboy A to the motherfucking K (Motherfucking K) A to the motherfucking K homeboy A to the motherfucking K (A to the K
bed That's all she said Her pussy hairs was tight Twisted tight as dreads The fucken sounds were tunes I fucked her with a broom She rode it like a
a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga I'm a straight up take it type a nigga Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga I'm hard on chumps, most
Can we M.A.K.E. L.U.V. Can we M.A.K.E. L.U.V. Baby girl, listen here Got the candles burnin', the bath water's runnin' Rose petals are everywhere Spend
bring I live back in the woods, you see Y2K don't mean a thing to me I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive A country boy can survive Country
is a fai??ade Show me a God Ahh And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job Show me a God Ahh Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad Show me a God, please
'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross '
, wanna see my boo Gotta gift for two, for you And something for your mama too Thinkin' ?bout ya all day, in a thug way What a homie do with moms, with a
right you better stretch it, boy 'Cause when it's bout that bread I'm sweat 'cha, boy You see I'm riding round in a lexus, boy Cause we rob a lot like a
've shed blood for ya' A nigga still got much love for ya' Nigga, believe that and, yeah, Money Mark mean that Until the day a nigga lean back This how a
Nigga outta line so we had to subtract 'em We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit Throw a glass when I can't, then a sign ya get We gon' do ya like a
's up nigga say somethin' Set your crime, ready to spray something' Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4 K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4 K
