I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring It might as well be spring
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes, it might, might as well be spring
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
a sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it
how you cut the cake It's cold as hell, I show and tell Weezy home, our nigga out of jail In this give or take world I got what it takes Put you out
I've learned And you'd think I'd be somethin' more now But it just goes to show it is not what you know It's what you were thinking of half the time
up slut! Chew up this mushroom This'll help you get in touch with your roots We'll get barefoot, butt naked, and run in the woods Oh hell, I might as well
it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we
and when it falls On eight thirty I'm hurting it's early and my hair is dirty Teeth as if beneath a highlighter, just not pearly Peeling armhairs harm
might as well kick it" First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel Air are livin' like Hmm, this might
'm there Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire What you think, 'cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb And if you get Mase strung, that'll be no pre
face and say I'm just playin' As you spit it all out I rub your back and grab Your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack Well, it sounds like contestant
I'm just playin." As you spit it all out, I'll rub your back, and grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack. Well it sounds like contestent
learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... Chorus Verse three: tung twista Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit And then collecting no dough from tips But I be
it up, get it up) We goin throw a party so ladies come and chill (give it up, get it up) All my dogs invited so we gotta keep it real [Silkk The Shocker
in the pot, let it simmer and bathe Add a little baking soda, make it foam like aftershave I like to serve my dope wet, cause it weigh a hella lot mo'
is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa Y'all seen my rings borders It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water 'F's for