with I got a 120 round clip for situations like this I'm makin gangstas move wearin gangsta shoes My entourage is bout it bout it makin gangstas groove Silkk the shock what's that on your stomach (silk
woman, you're all woman You're all woman So close, so close To losing my mind Panic, I'm on the verge of breakdown Half crazed, lost control, need
underwear,plus it's all lace,gurl you look delicious and I wonder how ya taste Ima lay the pipe down,make you lose control,put the pound game on ya,leave
failure I made to open my feelings They took control over my sorrowful being The smell of my blood is no victory tonight Reappeared pain makes me losing
t take a second 'fore I had her on her back Foolin with the bra strap, threw on my Silk cd cause, "I wanna get freaky wit'chou" Lose control on the skins
tight Every little touch feeling so right Baby I can spend the whole night Dancing here with you under the low lights Pre-Chorus: Something bout you makes me wanna lose control
take a second 'fore I had her on her back Foolin with the bra strap, threw on my Silk cd cause, "I wanna get freaky wit'chou" Lose control on the skins
sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then
it on and hit that nigga raw Let him know, you's a freak but he's a fuckin hoe Then report to a pimp, hit my pager, triple-O Don't lose your flow, meet
a fuse Number one ain't gettin' it done And number two always got to lose Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker Roy atta' boy, silk
obnoxious Your foot started tappin, it was in your self-conscience I know it's hard to believe a million sold Everytime I start bustin, you lose control