looked like Duran Duran Not now, not now baby, don't take this moment from me Not now, not now baby, wait till tomorrow, I'll be leaving Not now, not now
niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off your little
Thugs Is The Masta They Die, And There's No Competition, No Competition!!!! Tear The Roof Off The Mothafucka I Put A Boot Off In A Mothafuckas Ass Still
many things to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina
could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Everything's gonna be alright now (it's gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright (it's gon' be alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (it's
up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin' wid them police in the
to the candy shack Like jolly ranchers sugar daddys Chocolate covered booty panties Lots of women in my cadi It's gonna get a little nasty E-40! Ohh! Lets go start another party Smoke a little
chose to leave And hey there senorita, With your playboys in their Spanish bandanas French cream won't soften those boots, baby French kisses will not
handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing
who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the filth. Now I see clearly. Personally I know the alley Where Jack feeds on the birds of night Not
: "Live and direct" One little two little three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot-o Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the
cones Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
s gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside
