, I should just forget about forgetting you But your memory stays, it just won't go away I've done all that I can do Well, I should just forget about forgetting you
It just won't go away I've done all that I can do I should just forget about forgetting you. Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah. I should just forget about fogetting you
comes from the Bay Let me hit that hometown pussy on the strimp Look out for a nigga, treat me like a pimp You know I can't forget about the strippers
all up in the mix And it's about time we all break it down And it goes a little something like this Yo, dog, you see a little something you like? You
One about a show I got-a do in Texas 'Nother one from a lady who knows my baby I found it quite odd It was very crazy Can't tell you how they know each
over there's off that chingy-chang, chang Where you from Cali, they do the damn thang I'm a take ya to Texas Where they slow it down, mayne Forget crackin
ve been hearin' a little of this an' that About you havin' some kind of a panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? An' when you have one, what the fuck do
doesn't matter, 'cause I live a little phatter No concern about the chit-chatter Once I heard the pitter-patter, I had to blow so You know what happened
county Will be right here waitin' for you Come back to Texas It's just not the same Since you went away Before you lose your accent And forget all about
now) Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace Talking to my mom about This little girl from Texas What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your
likes my soul food So I'm calling up an old groove And I'm a brother with a gut So, hello Keana, can ya take us out to Poppa Doughs And don't forget about
glock I come about it [Master P] 140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy Master P, the New No Limit You
outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around Wasn't long they'd be forgetting This old rainy Texas day Little fella
t forget about Josephine Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas Or six people will carry ya, niggas will bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You
sue you so they can get their piece of the pie? Is that swag, huh? Or maybe it's when a major label call you and ask you when your next mixtape droppin
