let me talk to shawty right here real quick let me say this Looking at you sometimes is hard on my eyes i get blinding So when the sun shines on my mind
in a Porsche Guerrera Still, I'm all heart This a mind true as dark To my dream team Til my death do us part Break bread with convict, real fucking
Moanin' for my peoplez starving all over the world Moanin' for my people those they light fire-war Moanin' for my peoplez who are dying all We're trying
where D and you used to play all day The ray sound stung you, You kung fu check the cleaner From fire line I gun you for fun Dial 9-1-1 Someone tore down
heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Malik Blunt] Yes, I will address and press about my
money.. yo money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And
of what I'm providin Other dancers go and hide Like Charles ??? I'm prancin I keep the dance all night until The party's over the party's over Like a cowboy at
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt
's no fun fleeing under the gun, because they got me Public Enemy number one Chorus All you suckers, liars, caught at the fires, wanna infiltrate and break my
hate cause at least you can say you was with it (Chorus) Akon Can you believe it? Get a break and get off the streets, clear my mind from the shit
' Rob] I grab my Levis and my ironin board Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags on the floor But that's all good, got no one to impress My fame will
body move [Lil Rob] I grab my levis and my ironin board Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags on the floor Thats good, got no one to impress My fame
they be cats with dark caesars Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's Givin' nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus Here's my thesis, enterprise break
out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit' the dip Fuck all that
my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
died tat's when my momma started gettin' high My neighborhood was full of drivebys Couldn't survive all our homies livin' short lives I couldn't cry, told my