cause a jacker might run in your house [Verse: Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-
Wayne: eh eh eh i'm i'm fly as hell swagger right, brown skin poppin like dynamite raw like china white, mami i feel your persona right but i go under
2) I can make the sunrise, and the moon fall When my plane land, you better take it off Stop playing girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck something Stop playing
or take my car One last time before you crawl But when your lover calls Under the bed when his bullet falls If he asks if that's music playing Tell them
much unseen But I open my eyes and beams come out Gimme, gimme symphonies Gimme more than the life I see Score rise up, angels play Let my loneliness
hearing all the same excuses Words mean nothing now ain't got time for all this bullshit I don't care how hard you try, you'll never get under my skin
want my mind, soul and my body Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me But I'm a stay incogni' in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically
Huh, huh) Straight play a baby, two rides outside wit that old g-glide I'm high but it's all gravy Snake skins, no timberland boots, get loot I'll shoot
Yeah! Yo, hey I love travellin and seein people Showin the ignorant my color skin is equal I like tryin different thai food and seafood Makin my episode
Can't you see? I'm easily bothered by persistence One step from lashing out at you You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend I've got
's try on ya mom's minks think she'll miss these Chanel links? In high heels you look like Jar Jar Binks- go play under the sink (I want my mommy and
your mom's minx, think she'll miss these chenelle linx and these high heels? She looked like da-da binx. Go play under the sink. (i want my mommy)
I be at my best with this pressure I got a lot to loose but when I watch the news my mind's infected with terror No wonder I'm under stress, I got my
get together And have us a real good time Call me whenever, but never ever after ten 'Cuz I got to be at home with my bitch and my kids I hit the skin
Rothstein Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure Never thought you could be a gold digger Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Asked my man Trigga, my
straight through your radio waves It plays and plays till it stays stuck in your head For days and days Who would a thought standin' in this mirror Bleachin' my
s smashing, 'cause the love rocking' over drums Word, I put my love into my music If you with me then you love how I do it If my heart you're living'