can show you how to get out there and get it You love yo daddy I know ya with it That's why I got love for you 'cause you get out there and do what it
... MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at the hotel ... so what you gon' do? WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon' pay
save her Hoe, you know you're my aphrodesiac Before you suck my dick, can you pull the skin back? You're a dog-ass bitch doing dirty deeds Bitch, you
in the streets And I can't tell you why the funk be deep Do you really know where ya goin' to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? It
n raised (You see him, you see him) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Ross) Born, born n raised, born, born n raised (You see him, you see
to sport you Everybody want you like them jeans with the horseshoes So jump inside this Porsche coup Those niggas can't afford you I don't call it tricking, lets just say I endorse you
All through the night better hit it all day Every girl in the car gonna get it same way You say, you wanna turn me on well, you did it let's play You
it's like all we got left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you recollect
the game you didn't know that motherfuckas name! first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split nigga I ain't stupid, you did that
to my liz-eft I see my siz-elf starin face to face with hisself Will I live to see my little one grow to be a G Like his daddy W from the dub S C (look
in it's seas Once you've had a look you will stop wondering at me Welcome to the world where your old conscience resides Flown away one might while you
; your self-respect is gone I got to laugh though, 'cause, cause you thought you was slick At least she got it free, but you? Youse a big trick You helped
to do? This the dedication from me to you The South, I know you gonna see me through So until I die I wanna be wit'chu, you're everything You're everything
visibly, the man, I heard you talking about it, and winning is what you say it is But you ain't really winning homie, you really just good at saying
mad papers, mad papers (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch 'cuz) (Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that) (You wouldn
you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
'm looking for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight... Verse 6: Salt & Pepa Santa Baby, are you really real? Chris Kringle Let me see you
Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc] What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is,