losin weight on us the cooks are bakin for us, and we've already gained 3 chins I'm tryin ta fuck with a bag of Pork Skins I'll go to Mickey D's, or
's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh, I love the way you lie, oh So maybe I'm a masochist I try to run but I don't
because of the things I say They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood And a record like this can do no good But I'm not here to tell ya right or
as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm up in Oakland Niggers rolling in huge
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never coming
a brand new lover You decided that I'm not your kind So I pulled your name out of my Rolodex And I tore all your pictures in two And I burned down the
re back on Epitaph hey I bought Suffer then I bought a thesaurus Then Graffin sang on S/M Airlines chorus Now we hang out and party on each other's tour
s all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Ohhh, I love the way you lie Rihanna So maybe I'm a masochist I try to run but I don
we were talking about you As I walked toward the house, you came to mind In bed I turned over and said nothing And I recalled in your voice something
(Chorus) x2 No I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with you, but I'm tha one walkin away With your mouth on my nuts (Juicy J) Let's take a trip to
trend it is I'm tryin' to spend my stacks And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?" I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that? What
beat call my one time I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so fashon, I'm divine I'm so famous I'm so sweet I'm so neat I can't be beat call my one time I'
us ill, we're gettin' iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not thriller I'm one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from
how they do it hijack the accomplishments other people have made power hungry bastards taking from others gains [Chorus] i'm fucking anti social , i
a reality show Hey listen, you already know what it is When it comes to that soul music, I gets it done I'm 'bout it just like I'm suppose to be I can
left 'em all stuck I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust
