's, world's, world's famous, world, world, world's famous (You're my number one girl, you're my number one girl) World's, world's, world's famous, world
I] Bout Willis? [C] Yeah Willis [I] Willis ain't talkin about nuthin! [C] It's Different Strokes [I] Let's get back to umm, breakfast foods [I] because
futures, I'm steppin to fuse? ya Sun rises my subconsciousness culminates constant Live to see various i-de-ologies, angles like isosceles read my auto-b-i
& we creep Southside young b that's how I come on these streets nigga [Chorus] [Lil' Phat:] Look, I got a jag and it's sleepin on duces Funeral home
of mirrors all the time mandatory, cause i st-st-studdard every time i tried if it's only when it's fit for you then I bet that i'ma guy you my heart
It?s like I wouldn't thinkin? about it man But now that you wanna talk about it You got me all watery in the eyes, you know But ah, it?s all good I wanna
In Business' like EPM D whips I drive, I gotta TV 'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena
go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfucka It's
'Cuz when I get cold I freeze when I'm hot, I'm water On ice at all times, hittin' hockey player's daughters I'm like Ralph and the Honeymooners (Why I
s no need for us to pretend I'd rather spend yo' dividends You and me can be lover friends I'd rather keep this between us two Let me know when you wanna
you wanna go and take a ride wit me wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go
I don't need you and children everywhere I be I'm a man who ventures out on his own Long as I don't bring no diseases or no ho's back home Let me roam
(thought I'd never fall in love, thought I'd never fall in love) I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold
card A lotta shit I do is off the hard And I be like shh, thats why the Feds don't wanna talk to Rob Y'all had to go force the God, naw I ain't got
't whoa C O's ain't whoa, P O's ain't whoa Play y'allself, I get the G I Joe D I C K riders ain't whoa I'll rip your torso, live the fast life Come through
you ten times, all she gon' get is pimp lines I'm $hort Dog I call her a b***, b*** B***, b*** Call her a b***, b*** B***, b*** B***, b***, b***, b***
the block, to pull up five in the mona Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner Look, life's a bitch but I'm on her I almost cracked this, no
