and walk up out that door If you mean what you say Then why you looking away You gotta look me in my You gotta look me in my face And tell me that you
nuthin But you got a face I done seen in magazines and somethin Kinda Legs hat the models be seen with strugglin some pretty brown eyes and I seen them cuttin In my
Know She Got It Cause She Lookin At Me Like She Want It, (Want It) She Drop It Low, Make Me Wanna Throw Some D's On It,(Hey) Whatever It Is You Cant
gettin' shot I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got [Chorus:] Winter, Spring
Uh Yeah.... One love to my nigga Jay Brown Know what I'm saying good looking, and all my peoples C Boogie, My nigga K.B., Know what I'm saying, Jay and all my
t carry. She was so happy she'd just gotten married. I was on her cheek when she wiped me away with her glove. I could tell on the look on her face, she
: Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at,
a model hen she lickin it If I'm going down I'm eating it like? Knocking on my dressing room Just to get freaking chris She spillin my chris Freakin on my
: I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president Carter power will soon go away I will be Fuhrer one day I
: I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president Carter power will soon go away I will be Fuhrer one day I will
encourage him I like them brown yellow Puerto Rican or Persian Dashiki kimono or turban They say I dress white but my swag so urban Tryin' my look I hit
fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side
roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side you
my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
a fucking roller coaster then it drops, but what should I scream for this is my theme park, my minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark, pistol on my
That slave dealer?s daughter Her eyes were black her hair was raven Her skin was soft and brown Eighteen years she looked a woman I thought she?d been around She?d
