know a simple day without a big commotion It can't be healthy just to live with a such steep emotion And when I try and sleep, I see coffins closin' So what you
, dude Smart smart smart smart girls Smart girls, talkin' 'bout smart girls Sexy legs with high iqs Smart girls, I love the smart girls You brainy babes with your attitudes I wanna congratulate you You were just
feel I gotta dance It must be the music (music, music) It must, must be the music (music, music) It must, must be the music It must be the music, must be the music
gangsta of love!!! I love good music, I love my momma I love myself, I love you, and you love me And thisis -- I'm out (KRS sample plays in background) Yo I wanna
the game, get busy It's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music I just wanna be
gangsta of love!!! I love good music, I love my momma I love myself, I love you, and you love me And thisis -- I'm out (krs sample plays in background) Yo I wanna
Be my dirty love, be my dirty love Be my dirty love, be my dirty love I'm high profile, but you can't see me hoe Got limousine tint like a real CEO Hands
Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you
Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties I got to have it like a rabbit Fuck her like a champ I tell you nigger I'm a pro with these high school
, play another song I got rhymes, you wanna hear? I sing 'em every day of the year You try to get it, you think you got it I hope you like it 'cause you
you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court I give Nick everything he need, why you filing child support? Left me, and now you hurt cause you ain
frail I don't believe I can fail, 'cause I'm headstrong You're trackin' me, plus jackin' me knowin' that you're dead wrong I got a tec for those that wanna step You
Im bald fade with the clippers, I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, and when
and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen
Be all surprised, everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots, ya fuckin' faggots I shoulda hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
done gathered Now you bout to feel the wrath of Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up I get
's down!* Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I sound bitter I grew up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?" When they all wanna be, it's