here, this here, some of y'all garbage I know you didn't feel it when a nigga didn't call ya Keep your CD, save your money, it's hard to make a dollar
I hate it there but I got big blonde hair so I'll fit in, visit my Grandma, play her my new CD And then from there go to Burbank, sit in the studio audience
When young Einstein was a kid with a bid He had some 1200's inside his crib And an MPC, under his sheets To make beats, accomplishing incredible feats
wait to till each day, man I?m coming You know me, you know the lady that they stunning A chasin? chain, do your thing because nothing Once again, the Benz, the CD
her bumper wantin to crunch her so i say baby my new cd is a slumper it'll make the trunk thunder girl your rump give me lumber up under the sheets
still blind to the times and the signs on the streets niggaz killin' elites killin' ?? killin' the chief 5 stars in the governor everybody gettin' covered up wrapped up in some bloody sheets
'm holdin' it [Hook] [Tony Yayo] Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road I pull the seats back Put the sheets
Oh yeah playas it's definitely goin' down Girbaud of the Manhattan I see you actin' bad Jammin' that Lil' Keke "Don't Mess Wit Texas" CD But right now
Huston So just let the CD go and get into it She'll be singing low Ohh (Mattress Music) (Put the CD on man play all night long, what's up, what's up) (Put the CD
always look cute That's why people watch me sing with the sound on mute When you are dodging debris Just turn on my new CD. (Chorus 2) When the bombs
if it ain't legal Low-riding in the regal or the cadillac Money stacked probably give yo ass a Heart attack Purchased your last cd I want my money Back
on, and on, she kept onrepeated four times (Added during second line) You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby (Added during fourth line) Though your sounding as good as a CD
the CD I'll skip a track Windows are foggy and back seat Treats in the streets could be a hobby And you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets I
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love Up above Cause the mania Hysteria In the streets While ya lovers gettin merrier In the sheets I met this
were poetry's in motion Like a bitch, I'm the main feature Amongst hard working teachers and corrupt preachers I make my living off of singles like Latifah In between sheets
I need to shower, shit and shave Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these days I've got a CD. Fuck the counterfeit DJs Who first fronted on our
My man Big Mo with the streets and Caprice This is how we do when we keep the wildin' sheets 'Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please See ya next LP and next CD