kicks. Then flip the Sidekick. Peek my options go down the list. Like mmm... not that one. Maybe tomorrow but that's after. I find out just what she's after. If it
ya Put it on you, make you wonder what hit ya The type of nigga makin' 7 figures Every girl be after them, go sugar And he talk slicker, he pack a big kicker Best to do it
runnin' wit dat gal that's after [unverified] niggas wit six figgas To get wit his sign us a [unverified] wit no repayin' Now, I'm in it lay wit 'em it
clothes on it But yo it ain't no THING in it, your static-free rhymes that you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no CLING in it Then you
closed doors So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it Forget the silk dress 'cause you ain't gonna need it" "Unplug your clock, do away with the light After
Waiting for the 7:18 January is endless Weary-eyed and forlorn The Northern Line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing
And numb somes of soul, witchcraft The clutch is the archer's mode, and sure plot Of device, we shot twice, after the same arrow Rush through life, it
: Two days after the flood begins to settle down I sit alone in a room full of friends My would-be savior slips something into my mouth...for kicks
tree route. The champion and his caddy talk it over. He;s going to play it safe and punch out with a 7 iron with a 8 stroke lead this is simply smart
blast it from the boombox, liberate the goondocks, saw your cousin in a tube top, bust a nugget in a tube sock. it's tupac, it's big pop, it's hip hop
my way bitch you get a Vulcan neck pinch. One night I didn't go to sleep, up playin' Risk. At dawn, I won, got global dominance. But it in the hallway it
whisky bound Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no) Some people just don't get it They got no talent so they hide behind the gilnick and rcok with it It
Won't change I got it, I got it Verse 2: mac I was born in it and represented The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it Never
ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles And now I'm through with it, with nothin' else to do with it Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it
wanted the world to see that I was for real wit it Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn't deal wit it I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it I wish
got time for that Maybe when I get back, I can hit you off (off) Let you rub it 'till it gets soft (soft soft) Let you rub it 'till it falls off (right
the arm of the couch Envision in your head of a great sex bout Worthy opponent, all you wanna do is bone it You ask can you kick it, she says you can
She looked me up and down She said let's go So we went to a spot Off the back, blazin' hot Clothes come off, it was on Head board broke, mind was blown, good Lord After