, you're just what I'm looking for And this I know for sure There's no one I want more You're just what I'm looking for Sometimes I am afraid Of losing
niggas cause I'm on some G shit, yeah that red and green stripe double g shit. That was for mah homie, just know I'm thinkin of you I told him "stay
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head
for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
what (so what) It doesn't matter if he's different We should learn to love him Especially the Christian, I mean Look at Jesus walking on the sea of Galilee Just
: I ain't saying I'm innocent of all this I'm just saying This song is for y'all For all the times I mess up when we mess up Dear sister Got me twisted
heaven? I'm rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police [Outro: Buju
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't
Ask the homies they'll tell you about the way I'm a hustla I got it in my blood I'm still hungry I'm out to get it just because One Coupe One block one
shit, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets, checkin for my gun, I gotta stop smoking that haze or something, I kno I aint crazy, I'll go outside for
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game) [Bizarre] I'm too fuckin' retarded I don't give a fuck about my dick That's why I'm datin'
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This
I paid my dues Learn how to crawl, before I walk Then I learned how to tie my shoes Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me Matter of fact it did
rollin, rollin What you say? I I I I I LOhuhuhuhuVE you My Impala sittin on them two fours I I I I I LOhuhuhuhuVE you My Cutlas with them suicide doors
Busta Rhymes] See how I'm drillin 'em baby? It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin 'em crazy We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin the gravy Got every club packed
