of land But paradise became her prison That Georgia banker was a jealous man Every time he'd talk about her You could see the fire in his eyes He'd say, "I
Always be momma's baby Always be daddy's girl Right now she's makin' 'em crazy Little red riding hood, big bad world She ain't waitin' on 21 candles
insane Walkin' 'round with all these whispers Runnin' 'round here in my brain I just can't help but hear 'em Man, I can't avoid it I hear voices I hear
things to look back on I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife And I was back to his back porch It was summertime I was turnin' nine He said, "You want
stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making chinese food Rude only when I gotta be Sometimes I gotta tell
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets? Why I say the hottest shit but be sellin' the least? All that I been givin' Is this pain that I
is Cajun, I'm drawing on this beat do you get the illustration? Everybody hate it, I'm balling so hard I should be on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Yea I
bat i kiss her where she point I make her lose her voice, I see her when I want, call that viewers choice number 1 lover, she want none other dont need
me, baseball bat I kiss her where she point, I make her lose her voice I see her when I want, call that viewers choice Number one lover, she want none
a month or two you gonna love it when i look in your eyes im hitting highh now i be swimming in women and i be diggin and linen and i be whippin out
Nigger serve that shit, don't be no punk And while the nigger's keep jocking I be scoping All the fine ass freaks of oakland That's where I reside, and where I always will be
?" I looked around at all his nice things Told him, "Nigga, you already know it" Bitch, I'm the man of the year Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight through this bitch (Yeah) Bitch, I
when I fell in love Iesha, you are the girl that I neva had And I want to get to know you bettah Iesha, you know I want you so bad And there's nothing
real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, drop roll bar, that what I want, Im comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, I gotta be slammin gotta
-uh u-uh! I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel ?cause I
(Young Chris talking) G - I - F - I Get In Where You Fit In, baby You know, roll wit ya boyz Gunnaz!! (Young Chris) Honestly, my favorite type of gear
why the hell you reachin' for my dutch Why rap, cause I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "why lie I need a beer" sign Why all the young niggaz is