the key out the window I parked in front so I can see out the window Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the side So I cypher some eyes, hell
jail can't pay your bail Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think I'm the wrong one to lie to Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply
in the air Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting I know
she's all I can think about so I must not be gay I'm her lunatic, yea, and she's my psychopath I know I shouldn't take it but I think I kind of like
back, tie 'em down If he try to move then I gotta lie him down From Y O a.k.a. Riot Town I used to buy it but I just supply it now Y'all used to talk
if I ain't fire Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver Pull my hair
I see you yeah cause she ready to go, go, go, go I'm throwing money up and watching her go round and round Watching her go round and round I'm throwing
I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+ Chorus
left the world behind I wish I knew how love could be so blind Now all these thing I never can let go Can't let go I'd give you my heart & soul (I'
to go I can show you now I'm yours to tame, and I don't even know your name I like to touch your perfect skin I can't stop once I begin To show you
ve let your feeling go And you know I won't use them up too fast I can't promise you the best there is Bot, oh, I'm gonna try I'm never gonna let you
' better You can do with yo lips? Cop whips an' best of a phat chics I'm 15 with a dream, nah, I'm lyin' I'm 15 with cream doin' big things F I Z Z drop
ta land on jail can't pay your bail Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think I'm the wrong one to lie to Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply
that I invent, marvelous C-c-check, marvelous C-c-check the bangin', the bangin', the bangin' The bangin' sounds that I invent Yo, I can't, won't, don
s no moon Look at all the stars Can you find the big dipper? ISIDOR STRAUS The big dipper? I can't even find our own stateroom. Every time I go out for
stretch marks on bellies After givin' birth you had to let go, you playin' for life The Manifesto, here comes the beat Because I said so keep pushin' I
dumb nigga I'm tryna buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think +BIG+ like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) won't stop
the air Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting I know