right You think of my name now whenever you say "Hi" Became a commodity because I'm W H I T E 'Cause MTV was so friendly to me Can't wait 'till Kim sees me
to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met but I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too, so you tell me you love me
loud ass Quick to set it off on your fuckin' foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malice Y'all niggas
pussies try to push me Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me Hickory
of time before you start getting the fears You can't steer? (you can't steer? ) You can't hear? (you can't hear? ) You ain't here, you can't steer
firin' and pink slips You at the club alone now she hidin' in my whip but kick it I know just what you need, you need to fuck with me 'Coz when you ballin
you till you bleed And we could just blame it on the weed Little freak Sucking me off making my knees weak Rubbing my nuts when I cum making my voice tweak She makes me
bleed. And we can just blame it on the weed. Little freak. Sucking me off makin my knees weak. Rubbin my nuts when I cum makin my face tweak. She makes me
I can hardly stop You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit'?) Trick Daddy Dollars I turn you on when I touch your chest And you turn me on when you
honor like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love drama Drop a building like Osama, you vagina I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me
I knew you niggaz would be back See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean? Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man Stop fuckin' with them punk
these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick
too, too sick Four sick, Five sick, Six sense Dead people Just put ahead people Instant, Instinct I dona??t care what color you is I burn your turn your skin pink And if you
y'all hate us It's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater Ay Maino,
Richard, kid you're wicked, we know You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do With your yellow carnation and your pink satin suit You make me jealous, but I worship you
to make you feel awkward Deaths a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore it Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like Somethin' you
makes you sick There's allot of technicalities and There's allot of things you just don't see, and yeah Cause I want to know - Will you ever find the
it enough to make you sick, I know one look would do the trick, Give it up, you know ya gotta grin, When ya hear those sweet hot licks! I've never seen you