Baby, we'll live a hell of a life One day I'm gon' marry a porn star We'll have a big-ass crib and a long yard We'll have a mansion and some fly maids
You gotta help me out It's all a blur last night We need a taxi 'Cause you're hung over and I'm broke I lost my fake ID But you lost the motel key Spare
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name? Hello, I need you like a bullet to my brain It seems I'm never breaking free While you sit and watch me
friends We'll go back to the place where the night never ends We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires Boy, how in the hell did we get here?
Oh yeah, I've got trouble with my friends Trouble in my life Problems when you don't come home at night But when you do, you always start a fight But
a condom or 3 babies tonight You might catch a flight if you playing me right But if you whack there, you gettin' cab fare Yo, I'm all for drama, a little
a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling
know I, I would never hurt you Baby, never, what you hear is, I got a feelin' We 'bout to have another fight I was hopin' for once, we could have a good night
Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the crossroads, 'night bone
piture a place that they exist together there has to be a place better than this in heaven so right before i pass dear god what iam askin remember this face save me a
residence, baby it's evident That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one night for every day spent Knocking a
body, you got me in a zone Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs I can take
a call from my jeweler, this just in and women love me cause I'm messin' with their best friends Not a lesbian but she a freak though This aint for one night
You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go getta You in da club you see a bad bitch, point
'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a
that I should make a move on [(verse):Mc Lyte] Yeah I get exotic with tha malotic tune I get hypnotic with tha room but you got to put me down soon I flip a
, fresh like some new J's Brodie got next NBA to pay, I'm too paid Shaded with some ladies Reppin' my city, West L.A., baby West L.A. made me this way
t say a word I like to sit back, observe My heart says do not disturb And yours is like a doorknob, everybody get a turn Now that's a turnoff, girl, I