gonna turn around and hate it You know they're singin', "Sweet Jane Ah sweet Jane Ooh sweet Jane" Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet, sweet, sweet
caps Yo Meth, Tical and D, I'm ASAP I'm crack a don chicken hunting at KFC In '83, I was that scrub TLC talking 'bout Now I rock the house, chalk 'em
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work What time is it, don't watch the clock Lay back, baby doll and I'll rock
butt Sweet daddy are you there? Sammy B is on the cut Spinning back for a rap that's laid back Ready to kick back, those get no slack I may rock a rhyme
you act like you know the deal y'all Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear y'all Brown sugar babe [Talib Kweli] Chocolate Nubian girls rock to this (whoo) Black Star rock
the building (Wha What) Heh, y'all just payin' rent, see I'm sayin'? {Oh oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh oh} [Verse 1] Listen, now honey check it out ya got
honey love ended up sittin' directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin' at her skeptically 'Cuz baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet
is) They understand and support us (I ain't goin' out) theodore (uh-huh!) [ghostface killah] Eh-yo! Stark edition, rock christian's The crystalized rock
the front row Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin Rumble in the Bronx Slugs out start buggin out Thugs out, tuck the heats in you fuckin seats Honeys suckin me, sweets
out the closet "ROCKS!" my pocket's don't understand lin place's i haven't been this is it HollyWood handprint written isn't it bottum is get that lid get that money not the honey
this is it hold on tight ! Well since you told me Yes I'm out of control we're gonna rock this town Gonna watch it rattle and roll hold on honey hold
' to get the punani But you just wanna rock me, ah eh eh, ah eh eh You see I'm tryin' to get the punani But you just wanna rock me, oh, check it So get
hundred grand in my left hand Rocks with the right, 285 horses, drop top porsches Yep, I box through the night, floatin' like a butterfly Sting like a bee for my honey
through that bitch i'm ... i hear the haters talking but honey i ain't worry bitch i ... for my team i ... actin hard but we know you sweet like ...
't nothing sweet, word Buying beats is like copping grams, niggas got too many scams To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans That's aiight, though 'Cause even ready rock
feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split