you won't leave me alone I can't be nice to you, I can't be nice to you, I can't be nice to you, Be nice to you, be nice to you, be nice to you I have
to talk to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile
home) Don't you wish you didn't function Don't you wish you didn't think Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink Well, you do so make up your
great she's unforgettable The thought of her is endless, I just can't let it go Therefor she's earned the position, to be that one I will settle fo' [
t nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack
true gangstas) We gangstafied (Yes you know indeed) We gangstafied Wasn't never no mama I wanna sing It was mamma I wanna slang So I can show off my
fuck you Man fuck you man, you don't be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg I don't be beliving in that shit, that shit ain't even real, man you acting like
jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "fuck you" I got ten of these Kennedy's Not
I can't walk away from you. Every gesture I make is to impress you, Work my ass off just so I can undress you. And then dress you in whatever you want
talent, imagination and flavor I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt I'll smash your wanna-be
thanks ta My niggas I'm able to control whack prankstas Exquisite, I freestyle I love it and I live it Ask my niggas Tash and J-Ro, can I Xzibit? I almost
ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you
2 hype tongiht to bite the bullet You got a fly girl? I pull it But the only thing that I can't ingore The only thing I can't take no more The only thing
't want no problems with THAT! [Chorus:] "Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Just can't go
flavour I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the
I'm jealous as shit Cuz I ain't got no home meal to come to So if you do, I'm throwin fingers out screamin FUCK YOU I got ten of these Kennedys Not
