throughout my bloodstream, so I'ma give a riveting show and paint the message. It's like I scraped the edges of my razor up against my wrist but it's
mad Baby, you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Thought of you as my mountain top thought of you as my peak
just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Thought of you as my mountain top thought of you as my peak A thought of
ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my
(feat. Skip, Wacko) [Wacko] 1, 2, 3, 4, Bust it!!!! C?mon, C?mon Juvenile, Wacko, Skip [Chorus:] Where dat Melph at? Where da Yo at? Where dat Thomas
been at it learn the game quick and ya'll know who the teacher i call him pops when he uhhhhh on the speaker haters get weaker skip to my lou half kid
letter. Chorus Dear Yvette x4 Verse 2 I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was I'd have to treat you like you was my distant cuz I'm not
deported and now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Don?t confuse me with these suckas Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou
Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!) Black out from cold, freezin' my toes Snow fuckin over my boots, my
Town at? Nigga Town at? Ya?ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya?ll hear that Nolia Clap? [Verse 2: Wacko (Skip)] I?m in Hollygrove searching for the Skip dogg
thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting My name is
all my energy Dedicated to my niggaz in the penitentiary Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this On my mind is my
is the land of a thousand dances...be-bop-a-lula d-i-v-o-r-c-e skip to my lou.. a-hunk-a-hunk-a burning love ive been working on the rail road black
bat syllables Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to your lou, while I do
it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin