, come on I met you at J C Penny I think your name tag, it said 'Jenny' I could've step to you with a fresh pack of gum If somehow I knew you were looking
I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little stones in the border And I just got a divorce so I'm looking for Run
like this I swear Sorry baby girl, I tried the best I could If I can't be in the streets I guess heavens just as good This is the last time, I know I
Someday I'm gonna pack up And then I'm goin' back up To that place where sentimental feelings arouse Where the grass is so green And the air is so clean
end, how do I erase All of this love i have inside, i can't bare to see you cry And as the door began to close on us Do I just sit and let you go Or
fly So die, muthafuckas, die, muthafuckas, die, die I ain't no muthafuckin' good guy, dog And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all I'm from
ass dunked For fuckin' with me, I ain't no muthafuckin' punk Punk, I got some good hands but I prefer my gat Now where you at, 'cause I'ma slit your Kool-Aid pack
a good one, but you don't want it Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did No time to dwell on
I'm alive, I'ma live illegal And once I get on, I'ma put on all my peoples React mix to lyrics like Macs, I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be
cut off, I wanna smash that (ohh, can you believe it?) Party ran pack, mingling baby, and I can LL shit, you jingling baby? Back your ass up, I'm a start
that Now I can tell you that I felt Hell, I still remember how a cell smell Still remember how the pigs at Family crying up on the VI, I couldn't have
niggas, yessur, hey My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fucking therapist But I can't think of nobody I wanna share this with Why should I open
me for sure." You know I tell you something, I tell u something: I tohught... at one time i actually thought i found myself one. I did, I thought I found
I was young, I was just sixteen then When you came up from Burma one day And you told me to pack up my suitcase And I did and you took me away I said
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
tummy toes I know it, I'm a stop, I'm trying just like life Yes, I can sing and I can rap And I can act and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the
look, cross hanging down to my tummy toes I know it, I'm a stop, I'm trying just like life Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance
I circulate around the block Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation 1