always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you
tease me You wanna please me, better eat your wheaties, girl I know you want me, baby, do I make you horny, baby? I can tell by your eyes, you want me
you're Loco, but you ain't Mexican Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again Fucking with tha hoggs, you say you bloods But you ain't nothing but
the best, tell 'em fuck next, I got down You got the cash, then show me, better not be phony Get on my level, 'cause they way below me You ballin'? Baloney, girls ask me
is stay alive Cause it's all about the C-notes Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too Don't let the money make you Verse 2: [Soopafly] It's Soopafly
to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss
your with it Till ya body sore Girl you know you can get it I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite
down You look cable guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip
I Wanna Be..Or Nasty As You Likk Me Too..Be I Hope You Likk Me Too But Now You Know I Likk You Too 3 A.M. Room Service..Serve Ya You Can Be My Dessert
't you sympathize with me You don't have to wonder when I come You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah) Funny how Oo got money, people
and yes you are the don You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never that (*cheering*) (*talking*) Thank you-thank you
you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please You got me
You and, you and, you and, you and You're gon', you're gon', you're gon' You're gon', you're gonna love me Sittin' back, uh? Waitin' for you to act Tryin
when the ruger clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe You got reservations in heaven, you
Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself Nigga stop acting tough before I stand over you Show you
your brain {What's your name yo?} Miss Tara Chase if you're nasty Pulling Capital Queen of the Hill if you ask me You can't fuck this Mickey, Mallory
You're out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate those puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco Dead-on, head-on collision, bad decision You wanna see me