tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming
tell when they ain't learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good [Hook] [Verse Two] God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
kinda get laid in this muthafuck Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath Between me now
5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil
pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up
wit me. No hard feelings, we both made millions You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit, like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick Before
wit me, No hard feelings, we both made millions, You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit, like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick, Before
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me
When times are tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones, could you put me
love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet
CAN'T FORGET... } like I crush the Hashish. {ROB RAPS! } If you love me, tell me you love me - don't stare at me man! I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping
say fuck all these bitches Niggas talk to much Lemme tell you this If you ain't seen where I been you can't tell me shit Spirits walking with me I close
a show Stop in all the by-ways, playin' rock 'n' roll Gettin' robbed, gettin' stoned Gettin' beat up, broken boned Gettin' had, gettin' took I tell you