Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it In '91 I'm runnin' from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it That bitch was tryna' find a hidin' spot, he show it
it My life is gettin' too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it, voices screamin', "Don't do it!" It's like '93, '94, 'bout
bets, where they were headed And held our cigarettes like movie stars Grandmother's hands hard from the garden She had a plan for me to preach one day
Oooh [Verse 1:] When it comes to love I know that pain Comes with the territory I been here before Can't take one more To end like a sad love story Now
Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It
it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo Now one two check ir, I'm as Def as a Leopard It could be, it should be,
went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like John Smoltz Makin' money make the world go round When it stack up it'll make a
rise and shine Make the lame walk, the deaf talk And give sight back to the blind Bring a light into the darkness No one can deny As sure as there's a
are Black Rob, uh uh B.R. B.R. Bad boy, nigga, Harlem underworld Alumni, the one guy The gun die, day one Life Stories, Black 99 Life stories, I'm here 1999, baby it
like a Cinderella story, but most of the time These nothin'-ass, gold diggin' hoes are fine A nigga frontin', you wanna have sex with a star? He drive a
the task force jack me The story's been told one million times About a boy growin up to a life of crime I heard it before, you heard it too But now, homeboy, it
out Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths Old school buddies not doing it right Every day it's the same And it's the same every night I wouldn'
the purchase you a one way first class ticket outta town millions sold, a mega star, there's a million assholes with ten million guitars enjoy it now, soon it
to his brother when it's on Hardly backs the beef, last one swingin' First one runnin', makin' up stories, he's a chief Bringin' bredders to the ends, actin' up Puttin' on a
make me Kool Aid I'm a sit on the couch and masturbate then call my boyfriend Gabe and see if he ate Spit out my Bubbalicious and get to one of them
one more thing, be good! (Okay!!) Chorus I'm a bad babysiter, got my boyfriend in the showa. WOOT! I'm makin' 6 bucks an hour. I'm a bad babysitter
wires I'd seen one laying in the lawn With a broken arm, so I called 911 Well, that's one less founded opinion One more cause for a dispute So the street
then. years later man will be sick with a big pen living in a place where the youths strap big lens pure drama a star performer leave the boost so hot u could call it a