wanna make you mine All of the time I wanna be your referee Your man Get outta my head Or into my bed Get out of my head Or into my bed I had a dream
Translation: Cracker. Get Outta My Head.
Translation: The Cable Guy soundtrack. Get Outta My Head [cracker].
Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get
skool dem Den I roll da dice went I tell da folks shit I need dem n my life So now im pickin up my money Tuck my pistol n my pants bet him 20/20 mo
outta lighters from when I was a child I knew that most of y'al was was diggin my news and watching biggest bugger loose in the head, like fuck what
I'm smokin' Remember those days when I went to bed hungry All I ever ate was white rice and honey Big dreams in my head empty my tummy Might crack a
days when I went to bed hungry All I ever ate was white rice and honey Big dreams in my head empty my tummy Might crack a smile but ain't nothin funny
bitch up out the frame You betta leave if you think you just a little lame Chuck yo chain don't get caught when this song here come on Look at my face
in my black shades My BB and pool face? But I will fix you niggas You make me get my tool case I dona??t see nobody But it aint my vision I see im what
and am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level
I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea, meet your fuckin
brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my
a nigga out here payin' his dues My baby walkin' gotta get him some shoes It's a new game doin', lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'm a give
porch 'till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again) I was sick to my stomach, couldn'
. told me. ( believe that southside city nigga) Chorus: My ghetto my ghetto, hoes lie niggaz jive thats what O.G. told me. My ghetto my
your back trunk And let loose with the juice when I do rock I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac (Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
