Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin' one-twenty right now Mmm Call me back at the God hour The fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin' Light
freckles on her nose and A long pink shirt that goes with her pro keds I was the little nerd that girls never noticed I'm pretty sure that my situation hopeless My
my breathing he decides that Until that day just happens I keep leaning now in spite of that (swagged out w/ my tags out with my tags out) Oh you think you getting? Oh
Yo, I'm checkin' for Left Eye man, oh God G I don't know God, I don't know God, I don't know God I don't really, really know, check my flow My man Al
open Pandora?s box I saw my live in a shock Life isn?t always fun So Rock On Standing in the black sea Waves are higher then me Oh my god Why can?t
I understand Excuse me miss your standin' on my mink My rock so big it jams up the sink You can't call me sissy cause my whole hand pink Enough ice in
dooby Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies A pimp and a killer, gorilla in your project Nine milli really only defence of my
Uhh, yeah, yeah (Oh my God) Uhh (He's back) Success (He's back) They love success (Where you been?) Right here baby Look in the mirror while I tell you
Oh God, God, she's really done it now, Coked up, her body's all spun around, Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it, And seein' her just isn't something
Oh God, God, she's really done it now Coked up, her body's all spun around Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it And seein' her just isn't something I can
had me makin' moves Momma raised me, pop I miss you God help me forgive him I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears and he shampooed my hair Eric was
, da, daddy, daddy, daddy Look into my eyes Realize I'm the same man my father was Y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac The way I clean my ride, old grim
a steeple since once kenivil evil seeps and the christian leaders pitch to preists who lap slap with parental advisory warnigns ill be auditioning gods in my office on monday mornings uh oh
this shit up on [Hook:] Turn it up, where's the bass? Bring the keys, yeah Turn it up, where's the bass? Bring the keys, oh my God Turn it up nigga,
, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac With some of
ever dreamed I love my life I thank God for all I have And that I love this man who loves his wife Yeah, I love my life I love my life, oh, yeah I do
structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader Keep my volume on extra boom All the braids in my
my heart But she wouldn't let me, she wouldn't let me Oh oh Bloomington, Bloomington When the rest of the world is over and done Oh oh you'll still