than spliff that wouldn't burn right Make you wanna holla 'bout it It ain't no doubt about it Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it
you know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream to get where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you came
heart Thumper happy, I hear they like to clap Don't get mad or come back, get down where they mad at We'll finish it if you start it Air the club out
down the windows Don't shift in your seat I don't care if the wind blows I don't care about the heat All those John Woo showdowns Don't prepare you
pool You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit You
gum sapling Man that?s bound to sting But Mary don?t cry just stands there and takes it Doesn?t seem to feel a thing No Mary don?t cry, you know she
Gone girl what you gone do, on my nappy head You can pull with my nappy dreads if you want to Shawty, I'ma put it on you and make you think That you
One time, yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain
, you still got them black jack things I thought you heard, let's go get twisted or something though Yeah, you too though, I got that too Ah, front it man, all them cops glidin' You
that she gotta pay So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga bring you You
man There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well
kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
, your bootie, the butt But still you think your royal Are you mad, are you jealous overjoyed or over zealous? Hold your glass and sip for when you held the mike you
bass all in her head You're layin there, lookin at her photo in frame And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name You call her every night, then you
all in her head You're layin' there, lookin' at her photo in frame And you're chirpin' like a bird while you're singin' her name You call her every night then you
calling You shoot, you don't miss You sting with your kiss And I've never felt like this It's a mad, mad summer Falling for you Such a mad, mad summer
beautiful spring But that's sum wild shit to do to a king And maybe some day i'll get used to the sting For now i'll been thinkin about you everyday And
ring with the nine if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke and if you don't love it you
