once was, born out of the pool of your love Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes
what you get You've made your bed, you better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies put you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Tryna get our head rights, get this money
you find out? I wanna have your babies, get serious like crazy I wanna have your babies I see 'em springin' up like daisies 'Cause in my head there's a slot machine
have your babies, get serious like crazy. I wanna have your babies, I see them springing up like daisies. 'Cos in my head there's a slot machine, And i'm betting your
inside my head That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it It makes such an all mighty sound There's a drumming noise inside my head
after high school when we first met We make out in your Mustang to Radio head And on my 18th birthday we got that chain tattoos Used to steal your parents
, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw, breakin' all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
, chill chill, nah nah, hold up homie) We takin' over Gimme your girl, gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu-Nile, crack their composure (We decompose your
machine Oh, to give you motivation Oh, I'm just a love machine Oh, I'm just a love machine Oh, to give you motivation Oh, I'm just a love machine (All
gone do with all these girls (Hey) Hoochie, coochie, yaya fool Put yo hands on the back of that stool Uh, uh, you bed not move Stop actin' like this is something your
top notchers, nobody want your busted ass Broke bitch Quit buyin? all them knockoff purses and clothes, bitch Broke bitch Always starin? at the ground, you need to hold your head
Your world, gettin' it all of my chest Yes, the struggle grab me, hatin' better have me Drama from my momma, disowned by my daddy What should I do, tuck my head
starve and do without stay about your paper route get yo cash ya Capable. Stay about your paper route (Niggas!) Ya Capable Stay about your paper
gave ya Dance, too much booty in your pants Dance, too much booty in your pants I said dance, too much booty in your pants Dance, too much booty in your
least it's not your son On the killing fields Euphemisms Breakout At a pace giving show The wheels of mass destruction In your head are moving so slow
Lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet Searching like a Diogenes Dangerous, the adjective of the decade And of your alluring intricacies