sweet but you were sweeter Some are sweet but you were sweeter Some are sweet but you were sweeter Some are sweet but you were sweeter Than the rest Some are sweet
man talking about Hummers and little cars That only fit in his little house little garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that
on some '95 shit, sold the 5 Bought the 6 Delvecc, copped the Lex, we was set We no had work all in' the projects Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one
, oh no, oh no, oh no [Dr. Feelgood/Motley Crue] He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes you feel all right He's the one they call
(Out, out out) Smoked out, choked out (Out, out out, out, out, out) Pull another O (Out, out, out) Let's get P O D ded (P O D ded, P O D ded) The weed
they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named [unverified], S.A. O
and the bed is, I, I Bathroom is, O, O and the kitchen is, U, U When I get home, you and I alone A, A, I, I, O, O, U, U
ever contests my conquest, my gun best Yo son, just takes one time to be one less 'Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best I sang sweet but brang
It was a very cold clear fall night I had a terrible dream Billy name and brigid were playing under my stair case On the second floor about two o'clock
Hey, what's up? I wanna dedicate this one To all my ballers, shot callers, ha You know how we do We turned nothing into something From the South Side
What's up? I wanna dedicate this one to All my ballers, shot callers You know how we do We turn nothing into something From the South Side to the East
Tonight I can't wait Everyone is gonna be there We'll be a little late But no one really cares It's a party when we start playin' Come on baby thats
was meant to be A heart patiently waiting for a little bit of destiny A sweet love story is all she needs Bobby's got a one truck truckin' line Runnin
Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought Niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the mobb fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
in golden I was tall and on the rocks And a little touch of attitude Who's that Madame X comin' in at three o'clock Why don't you send her over, one,
O - N - S! zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy minds combine elevating the maze of a cartible character scripture of a picture picture mister D - I - N - C - O
with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get none) Let me take you back a little further
