you get loose If you really wanna show me that you love me, get loose No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose
to rise Fifty grand too much, okay, seventy five Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise Hit the streets lookin' like you a better disguise Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance
the murder she wrote Money she soaked all of my coke all of dope up in smoke Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me But you won't be
we came to do was tear up the spot Think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not? I'm the one man army, the one hand on the Tommy If you standing
ask you somethin?, baby Is that a wig or a weave? What you see is what you get If you don't like it, fuck you, bitch You look good, you hot as shit But
to glance Now I'm macking See this gold? I bought it all Now every night you young freaks call You see my car? It's my best friend So it you touch, you
The city where the boys say you don't want none But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this Trues and vogues ain't really shit Wanna roll so hard, all of
started with P and it ends The same If ya brains is lame remember the name When it's Too $hort baby ain't Nothing plain Dangerous Music on the microphone Makes ya wanna
, I pass) 'Cause I ain't givin' up no cash (Hell naw!) Not to see yo' funky ass You wanna dance, don't sweat it If I fuck for free then you can dance
A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance She took off her g-string and shook her ass Baby, all that? You got
you an me both we can get respect, two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck, you my type, you ol hoe, you my type, you know. Chorus *(Christion
s, what a sight You and me both, we can get respect Two triple shots of hen and we'll be on deck You my type, you old hoe, you my type, you know (Hen
I wanna go I wanna go crazy, I wanna go I wanna go crazy, I wanna go I wanna go crazy, I wanna go I wanna go crazy, that's where I wanna go I wanna
high mic skills as you can see If you don't believe me one day you will see If there's a pie to eat you can't stop me Hungry, starvin' wanna eat food
back Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that for me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy You had the audacity to wanna
Trash Party Now whether you're black, white or purple if you're misunderstood But you don't give a fuck, you weren't doin' shit that you should Long as you know you
toots, how you get here, you wanna ride I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger You wanna suga-daddy,
we would get in But that aint even half the battle Stay behind like a shadow Or you catapult Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope I'd climb