P. Wagner. Who tells sader stories? Tears in broken eyes telling 'bout the worries, search for cure from whys. A something to believe in, not leaving
It'll move you, going through you Do what I do, burlesque All ladies come to flaunt it Boys, throw it up if you want it Can you feel me, can you feel
cussin? But I love you and you love me too I did you wrong you did me wrong I take you back you take me back I did you wrong girl you did me wrong girl
I wanna' fuck wit' you when you get on top of me ,rockin' me possibly im falling in love wit' you [I'm just playing] girl you should gon' & leave the
for you to say yes [Verse 2:] I kno that you don't like to sneak around Relationships are built upon trust And yeah you got a man that holds you
my clothes in the morning (She be like) Where the hell you think you going? (She be like) Last night you really put it on me (She be like) Why you leaving
jus glistens When you in da shower Jus listen I done hit rock bottom over you you you (yea yea yea) Girl I jus done hit rock bottom over you you you
her get low and leave after the show And you know what you reppin If anybody got a question Blow up them signs, tell em what it is Let em know you take
panaroma A complete view of how I defeat you Should of stepped to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you Yeah I bust that ass before You ran to Texas
the front door With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my pocket You will, I'ma pop it, I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell, you can't you tell? My road
so insane, lyrics stick in yo brain Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T I P I M P, I'm the man Ay, be easy, you don't want no
you, you will feel no pain except for pleasure We put it on you, we from California Los Angeles natives creating things that take you higher Elevate you
on, turn me on) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (Oh) Turn you on (
night He leaves you alone? 'Cuz everything he like is with me I wanna call you so bad And tell you he's sick of you, girl What you put him through Do you
unless the hoe's butt naked You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome But you like, look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb You
inbetween Are you blind? Are you looking through a broken pair of eyes Are you ill-equipped to hear me? Random brainwave Groping for receivers Are you
off of me Black is Magic drop your chain May you never speak my name Black is Magic watch you cowar Bite your tongue and Holy power Why...(why) when