don't love dem hoes! I don't want to love you I just wanna.. fuck you One night, one night Just wanna fuck you (We don't love dem hoes!) (Fredro Starr
I see your true colors shinin' through I see your true colors and that's why I love you I see your true colors shinin' through I see your true colors
All my real street niggaz throw your guns up Throw your guns up, throw your guns up I'd rather have enemies 'Cause fear last longer than love In the
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you Please help me on the journey, please When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di Blastin' Ready to Die, late
killas, killas We takin' 'Other People Money', they money And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars
[Fredro] [x] Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo (OK) Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo (Yo) [Fredro] Why you hating on fire niggaz can't knock the
We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up Electric
Who fuck betta then me, get sex wetter then me Go down betta then me, can ya man girlfriend You look better wit' me, fantasy, you wishin' That ya man
I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you I see your (one for the ghetto) true colors shinning through
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] You know it gotta be gangsta When Other Peoples Money in the place You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face You are
Doctor, I've got this feelin' Deep inside of me, deep inside of me I just can't control my feet When I hear the beat, when I hear the beat Hey doctor
But real niggas never die, word up I throw my guns up for niggas locked up To all my project niggas, niggas on chrome To all my hustlers, my dealers
Beamer Not to tall like Lisa Leslie, more like Lisa Ray Short a mix with Lisa 'Left Eye' and Lisa Bonet She kiss the dice when I gamble Catch me cheatin', start
I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe I'm a hustler
[chorus] I see your true color, shining through I see your true color, an' that's why I love you I see your true color, shining through I see your true
out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them Hundred
They say if you wanna be the best You gotta beat the best So you aren't comin' at the game straight at? Are you comin' at the game? You know what I am
