me I have to find it for myself This search remains my own All the way to the bitter end. Oh no, what the fuck is wrong with me!?
help me I have to find it for myself This search remains my own All the way to the bitter end. Oh no, what the fuck is wrong with me!?
And don't ever look back Don't ever look back My heart stops When you look at me Just one touch Now baby I believe This is real So take a chance And
girl a nigga would think about I got a couple girls on call, I'm goin' to bring them out Imagine me seein' strip with one, so this what this is all about
I'ma rise above this And you can love me, or you can leave me Before you judge me, just let me be me And you can love me or either leave me Before you judge me
' the lights on? Fuck with the lights, fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights, fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights on with the, with
I didn't say nothing at first I just turned up my nose She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly
Can she come buy with me? Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore
This situation I left behind But your heart's what I kept You said I did you wrong You did me wrong, we was both at fault And of course, you lost me With
CD, P.D. [G. Dep] This is gruesome Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun
nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for
his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me
all i got n if that aint enough then gimme back my pot gimme back my flock gimme back my life gimme back my days gimme back my ways want it baby get
[Verse 1:] The mood is set, So you already know what's next. TV on blast, Turn it down, Turn it down. Don't want it to clash, With my body screaming out
should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uhhh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
don't take this the wrong way [Chorus] Girl you look better with the lights off, Better with the lights off ooh Girl, you look better with the lights off, Better with
scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her know Right off the top, what
I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat
