keep your cool I asked for love But your love has gone I asked for love But your love has gone I asked for love But your love has gone I asked for love
asked for And I ain't talking rap dawg (No no no) Mi pesos short, no time for rhyming wars You talking bars, I'm talking more like Saddam and George
play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler Roll my blues away Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul When I asked her if she loved me, I
got a little thing for her, George Louder, Bill, it's more effective I think he's got a little thing for her, George It's not that little That was worth
, but already gettin paid black My homeboys fiendin for that dank, I mean that chronic sack Bags, hella bitch, but ain't a damn thing for free You know I
tellin me that I had gone too far And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars And since I gone to a cell for some cruddy crimes I guess I gone
a little thing for her, George. (Louder, Bill, it's more effective.) I think he's got a little thing for her, George. It's not THAT little. (That was
loved me I asked you if you were sure You said you thought so And then I said that I loved you too I wonder if it ever crosses your mind Cos I'm afraid
I ride violent Check it, I make whole crews go silent Come try it, it's not a problem Beef I cook it, chicks I hook 'em I put 'em on the block it's so
know man? I'm just chilling though I'm just chilling, I know y'all hate me man I know y'all don't love me (rude bwoy!) For my peoples, this for my peoples
Georgia license plate These niggas don't know They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
