call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden]
call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin?, or playin? double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let
but I call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden
So I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudes Drinkin brews, did what they say, and paid dues My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea And got jerked, the first time
the Don nigga Follow me Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen? Once I got
Don, nigga, Crack, follow me Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen? Curtis, Curtis Jackson How come you can never ever be seen? (Once I got
matter the weather Got a girl, you got a man, this'll be our secret He plays for the Heat, well, that's so convenient I'm at the games all the time
] Play another slow jam This time make it sweet On a slow jam for my baby And for me [Verse: Romeo] Imma set the mood right yea you know I got it bad
old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother wanna know Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow Nose runnin' on time
takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time [Fat Joe] Cribs Mania Khaled! BX, TS
n Jada) Or like Kimora ?n Russell makin' paper Oh yea All in the family! Like the Jacksons (Like the Jacksons) And have enough kids to make a band Like Joe
Be in the box wit' em Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit em Dot the eyes wit' em the whole life's a rehearsal Cars got the horse power of that
smile when I feel blue And there's not much left of me What you get is what you see Is it worth the energy I leave it up to you And if you got something
Think about you all the time Got to get to know you well If you kiss then I won?t tell You stay on my mind Think about you all the time Got to get to
I say you?re short changing yourself so uh ha, uh ha, y?all aint the same as me, I get bread You lose Jackson?s, Jermaine Dupri BS about Joe, refrain
homies a whether b Fred dogg s p double e d y cause that's my type of guy Dewalt evans and bigj ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy joe b Seaten
my lesson Like North Korea's confession I'm sorry Mr. Jackson for humping your girl then dumping your girl But now she got common sense in the world I got