you fall get back on again Cowgirls don't cry She grew up, she got married Never was quite right She wanted a house, a home and babies He started comin' home
on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I wanna know, boy (Why?) I?m like come on, come on, come on, come
, my, my Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark Kicking it on the couch, at one O six and park I can see your beauty, on the big screen
for a change Lost and found, you still remain there You'll find a meadow filled with grain there I'll give you a home on the range Who ran the iron
that rides all sexual I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you Do a dough nut and cut, and I'll open it up On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on
the club on the late night, feelin' right Lookin' tryin' to spot somethin' real nice Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed So that I can take home, I can take home
for speaks for itself, they don't understand Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick ****, the same way these ****** do Wonder what my secrets is, ******** move on
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock You wanna' know
you rang And I jizzed in my pants Speeding down the street when the red lights flash Need to get away, need to make a dash A song comes on that reminds
Heaven, where I come from Well I was headed home on 65 Somewhere around Kentucky The CB rang for a bobtail rig That's rollin' on like thunder Well I
and she'd be late comin home But I was too preoccupied cause the game was on Hung up the phone and it rang again It was my boy Hakeem who valets at Crustaceans
town 'Bout that shack outside La Grange And you know what I'm talkin' about Just let me know if you wanna go To that home out on the range They gotta
snypaz, represent chi-town Took a life and get lit up quick Rain niggas got me doin this Used to be on some sell ass shit Or mail that bitch back home
smoke on Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone But hold on, trash talking ain't my game Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
and girl go on and treat yourself, go buyin all o' my *?Kamale*? As soon as we get home you can 'ject my bone all night long, right from wrong Long Range
You know my girl get the keys with the em's on it She have the range night, I'm in a benz mornin Bought plenty of ice for them shinin on your friends
appear (Kanye) lifestyles of the broke an famous let you know how crazy this game is look at all the new beautiful faces at home supermodels myspaces long for the shot on
in my closet (splash) we play paint ball we play eight ball on the great wall in my closet now you seen all my closet you don't gotta go home but get