Well the morning was complete There was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat Several hours or several weeks I'd have the cheek to say they
You got killer eyes and an ice-cream tongue We got things to do while we're still young And so come along, come along, come along I'll come too You got
[Petey Pablo:] I was so glad, when they said unto me Let us go into the house, of the gangsters [Chorus: Petey Pablo] If you don't call this gangster
It's payday, get that cheese You gotta get that cheese Just get that cheese Now when you're dreamin', it might not be real But when you're all alone,
Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga His bitch is out of pocket It was me and yo' broad
Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun Get 'em all alone an' a thug is hung He's screamin', ?Aiyah, aiyah? Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for
One, two, one, two, three, four First we got the crack, then we got the gats Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up Lockin' all the young homies
smiled She's thought about these things, it's been a long while She wants to play witchu if you can be alone She turned the radio on to play her favorite
That's right Right, right right I know you love me, I'm like a habit But if you had a million dollars, could I have it? If I was broke and starvin',
Yeah we ridin', yeah (Short Dawg) We ridin', just bounce wit me (Short Dawg) Here to play the game Yeah Whatch'all gonna do? And we ridin' (Short Dawg
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes 'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz Niggaz trippin' and
[Lil' Jon] Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) Short Dawg! (YeahHHH
[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)] Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
[Singin':] This hit aint no joke, Oh no Dont ya know, Dont ya know Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke Dont ya
the mic and start rappin' Make that money keep stackin' I made a new album, fourteen times Hoes screamin' out Too Short keep rhymin' I got rich screamin' bitch, my favorite
What the fuck are you doing Don't you know right from wrong I didn't care you fucked my sister But please stop stickin it into my mom. My mom, my mom,
Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me I get baffled every time I try and suss it And now I've had
Please talk to my heart because I'm lonesome pretend even if it's not true And don't be afraid that you'll hurt me I'm hurting that's why I need you Please