I still act stingy Oh should I pay you? You must be tripping I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting I said "I love you" 'cause you gave me head I
I'm a big mack now, I'm so great I was born and raised in the Golden State Call me T O O, if you say $hort I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away... YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!) Clay D: GET IT UP, GET IT UP
Christion)* Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl. Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm gonna leave this world. Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot
sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T H C ain't no joke I got five on ery'thing
I'm suing I knew you was scandalous, manless But I took a chance though Now every time a nigga get paid I see your hands hoe (Ice that dough) You stick the D
me I'm gone let yo roll call, I'm gone ball till I fall Keep it gangsta just for all of ya'll Be what you want me to be, Nate D, O, double G Bangin'
seven, four, O, I, L, N Head so compellin', I'm tellin' Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin' Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin' A new one, so
I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever
clippers, I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, and when I come through everybody
Wall-o's And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit Hidden in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my night I'm a make sure
I'mma pawn rings I'm your lady boo, that's what I'm suppose to do I know when you was coppin' my coupe, that you was coppin' two I know when you got
me, "Are you Nas?" Why? If you was I'd be totally twi What's that? Totally with it, T.W.I. Well, here I am, yep, I'm the man Bartender put a Cosmo in
Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we
I feel the most 'Bout them curve and the thighs You know I like the most And if I ever were to t-try to quit I'd just keep goin' Cause just like Clarence
is everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty
Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible Aye yaknahmsayin', it was just happen We have our day, you know? I seen him I seen him, I
want I'm a veteran When I show up to the club it's VIP I'll be dancin' in the club if it's B.I.G I'm not lookin' to find a wife Just someone to make