love what cha do Turn me on how you stare at me when we through When you give it to me, I don't wanna turn ya loose Scared to moan around you, it's all
for you I don't like it but it's true Uh, I got too much soul for you, yeah [Verse 3: Chiddy] Fake it til you make it What happens when you do? Friends turn
got it or ya ain't And boys, I got it Ya like it? Yeah Well I got it Some people got it and make it pay Some people can't even give it away This people
knock all of their gold tooth loose (Poo pow) To show you what type of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic
get loose Get loose, get loose, get loose Ay, shawty, you can get loose Get loose, get loose Ay shawty, bust it open for me Let me see you get loose
with the devil Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' to see it You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it
young bitches that try to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and
Beat your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament But you can smell it 'cause it sho' got a funky scent It's called
, don't you wish you could scratch it And grab it like you want it The name fits 'cause your all up on it Get mad if you want, I won't front When it'
up But buddy on tha floor torn up Of that goose get ya loose And known to fuck up a crew Of that goose get ya loose And known to fuck up a crew If you give
[Yukmouth] Welcome Little boys and girls, listen A man can get caught up in things (Right) It's like a gridlock (Right) He gots ta have it (ugh ugh),
Whats to understand that I love to fuck, Can I hit it from the back or put ya ass in a buck? Screamin Shawty what's up, are we fuckin' or what, We aint
then you loose control Then you can't decide, you think you lost your mind When you wanna get it, but now it is too late Nothing you can say, your anger turns
] I love when you do it girl move to it like you use to do it drop it down i want to put my thing to it to the crib we go, go fast and slow, make it
, watch your back fella's He could be coming at your girlfriend next [Verse 1:] There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward His face is up
it, handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a
and load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, '