hundred thou couldn't get you one of these I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these Two hundred thou, couldn't get you in the league Get three hundred
his body he gettin' sent back Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me And they runnin' up
down on a player I'm $horty the pimp, I got hoes everywhere I get my cash quick you lil' fast bitch I take you to my house and get my ass licked You
you love me baby, Get high and fuck me crazy, Get a towel and wipe me off, You want a bitch wit no type of flaws. My gurls be shoppin hard, These hoes
'all bitches, get a life You got too much time on your hands I want y'all bitches to get a job, up your game Pimp your game up baby It's all about me
' all the time Your ex-girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime nigga What is this with you? All you wanna do is lay around And stay around and get
Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand Now who wanna blow it up (I do) Now who can rip it up (I can) I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard
Intro, which means I start it In other words, herbs departed Pause, stop for the cause Get up, get down, you get yours Chill, no time to get ill Word
none, they don't want none, just get it crackin' get it pappin' they gon' run/ I'm up early to get my hustle on, later to get it strong and I'm gone/
up half the rent I treat my body like a temple You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time May get me a little hug That's the difference
one to have my heart I'm gonna love you baby now and forever 'Cause you're my sunset, set, set, set, set Maybe one day we'll end up talking again Maybe
She look up from the book she was readin With the prettiest smile that I ever saw Curly hair down back And the skin like cinnamon brown without a flaw
B Get your name in the obituary column sheet It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again Hit
wit ya crew To stack ya loot up Get your weight up Big up, pull ya boots up If you step into the club wit your guns up If the tension's on your mind
that you're happy I hear you're somewhere in the sand you know I wish I was an ocean Maybe then, I'd get to see you again I'd get to see you again
the competition's thin Now I've got to wake up, so I can get back on my feet again Could you spare some common sense It's a brave gamble, so just give it up
flaws is another man's ceiling, now when I was a child, I did things as a child but now that I'm a man I bust your ass and get wild, my style from jump
This I dedicate to the girl I rate As a ten, then again she was probably an eight Her ass was kinda phat, so she moved me, yo When I scoped out her mental