he's drunk at the wheel again Ooh, must've be somewhere with a monster smile It's way too tight Let me tell you what I know She's got to leave this alone
react? that's when I hate the fact, I laid her on her back (hold up man, don't say that) nah, let me spit the facts y'all know I love my son, but she
Apollo Whatchu know? I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's That ain't what you told me last week Wreck anything that's wet, when I have
around me, so what I gotta do to be as lavish as you? I don't roll with no crews that do the same ol' same's so I travel the seventh plain by the way
and don't dwell on the bullshit I can't tell you no better If you thinkin' 'bout quittin,' don't ever Don't ever give up, I know it ain't workin' It's
I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin I live the fast
You never could make me realize I need 'em I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions I know what police want, I feel 'em I'm always
fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P Call himself the ?Ice cream man?? Bitch, don't you hear the music? That's
that if we blow all these people The so called friends who I ain't spoken to in years Now they got the nerve to call me up and waste my time I don't
't sh-tting, then get off the pot Got some n-ggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I-I-I-I hear them mumbling, I hear the cackling I got 'em scared
in the ride 'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin', because of my vocals You know what
music that we all know and love The music we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of try na destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the
last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me
makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D That's deep as I look at all the videos Wack stage shows, wack
maneuver Be that as I chooses, drinkin' tropical It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call
just don't understand Ah, don't worry man Then you having these crazy nightmares I know why me man why me What's next I don't know now these girls man
hundreds I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me what you wanna I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November" I, got so many hoes some names I