: Go on ahead Your story is just where you left it Go on ahead But I still can't believe you can't help it Ninety-five percent Happen in the home Swallowed
since I was your man Used to shout up from outside Wake you up when you were sleeping Now I walk the streets, I don't recognize nobody It's been a while since I was
I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done, enough of your love I said I'm done, enough of your love I'm up ?til 3 o'clock in the mornin
I'd fall out the sky I don't really know why I'm here, I guess I'm just here for the ride I swear it feels like I'm dreaming, it's vividly defined, yeah
out dick black Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin' ounces of gas Ask the feds what I had when
school yard. Higher then a uniform skirt I got work at home, call it homework. I got paper in my backpack, I know you smell me, Ia??m the s*** like an
three Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on CD's, and DVD's Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s I can get you in the places, to be into
, Lordy I can't help it, I like to party It's dramatic, it's electrifying Wind me up and watch me go Where she stops nobody knows A good excuse to be
I break you off Bet you won't know that you lost a good thing 'til it's gone Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress (Anything you need I'm at
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I
there for a reason" I said, "Maybe if you're good, I'll tie it to the back of our car And we can take it home", but I was only teasin' Then we went
from home But still this pain and may not know it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna
) Am I high enough (Am I high enough) Am I high enough (Am I high enough) I remember being a little thug Weed, really didn't know what it was Then I
's wide open for it I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it but I will 'Cause I was taught you got to get it so I get it how I live Finna get my ma a crib
I get popped for some petty shit That's why I move the real chickens So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket Do your dirt on the cool, so
and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell 'Cause I'm a gangsta The streets always been
to your name girl? I see you talk a good game girl! If I was da seven can I get eight? (Can I get eight?) Just buy you for goodness sake I wanna splash
home, home Wanna get you home, home Wanna get you home Wanna get you home, home Wanna get you home, home Wanna get you home, home I?m going home You
