I wanna make you proud And play with your head I wanna take you out Make you feel adored And buy you everything I wanna hurt you bad Make you paranoid And
you're sorry I want the one word that you refuse to say to me You're so good at giving me responsibility I wash my hands clean and let you watch me
the past like you're drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my d-ck sucked, with the curtains closed, and
Loosen up, shout it out, everybody in the house Stomp your feet, clap your hands, come on, kick it with the band We're all about tradition, we don't mind
Hit the yack threw your head back The big time is what you wanted The devil put the strap in your palm And now you got it And you shot it Chorus
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
while you're giving me head. And that's all. And I told you we can fly and the ball. But I'm wrong. We can do it up and buy out the mall. But I'm gone
and I still don't think I got up ugh, you made me revaluate my G now I'm gangster for you baby, and you gangster for me and we're walking...... [Chorus
, nah, better yet a dumb broad And I bet I can fuck the world and make it come hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and
hoppin' and boppin' to the Crocodile Rock Crocodile rockin' is somethin' shockin' When your feet just can't keep still I never knew me a better time And
like you do it to me (Just open up) Don't you know how much I want you We're sitting real close and I can feel your breath I wanna touch your hand but
drugs and the Police Remember nights I was stuck in a jail yard When I couldn?t see the sun through the cell bars Now my whole world changed and it feels
night time And even though women change I will always like dimes And yeah im quite fine, but shawty much finer And I just get behind her And smack it like E Honda And
t I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama sh-t afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping
, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Twist it in the air like a motherfucking helicopter, yeah Ladies and gentlemen, boys and