virtual they Loving, lip gloss universal The boys really like it the girls don?t speak They Rollin they eyes They lip gloss cheap It ain't my fault
news with who's Charli, every 16 bars be Sickening, peep the scription Rhyme vixen Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back Ain't done yet, 8-spunett Poison
feel it. I score it, and I ain't gotta steal it. So brang on the sack that's phat, Ya know I love my is izm and the 1.5, 'cause I get 'em. Everytime
heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoes Ain't nothin no love like a
belittle the whole movement Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out their music Underground conspiracy, but this ain't used by No Limit Mad 'cause you didn't
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no screws in it Roll up and get swoll up, hold
guess that's why I call her candy My candy girl (Imajin-Chorus) (Baby DC- Verse 2) You know you're my whatchamicallit Damn my Reeses pieces A little spice Ain't
Niggas rappin but ain't no cappin or scrappin And girlies also listenin and crack G street stuffed all between the backs It feels good another neighborhood function Why ain't
the end Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice The newer to the new not the old spice Mind over matter it
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
love but ain't no love back Much love in this game ain't no love nigga 187 is a art 'cause a nigga gots no heart Ain't no love bitch A nigga gots no
I peep your thighs when I look in the car Baby, you ain't got to be on my shoulder to be a star Ain't a trick honey, 'cause tricks is for pimps and hoes
man I'm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster Ain't never had a gun Ain't never been to jail Ain't never shot a muthafucka And I'm just
t pick up Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh [repeat] [Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40] Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't think
round, and it's a gang Of us all gathered up in our game colors Man, these my gang brothas What, you ain't heard of us You ain't never ever heard the
not to G? See that's the Question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love you know cause I'm from the Bay Dub C, Big Syke you know Spice 1. Feel me Count the dollars on the Lexy don't
don't give a fuck about you As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! (spice 1) We shipped this spot for homicide
rob the bank in their way-a (boss) My nigga g-nut whattup? (nutter, cause we ain't ? pit? stop) I know we got the caddy in the lobby For the robbery car to kill the cop (spice-1