, it's Bad Boy, baby Neptune's and we won't stop 'Cause we can't stop Yeah, let me tell you something Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Please don't have somebody waiting on you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you This night is sparkling
T] You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly shit My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty
dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me
put to side You don't have to turn around let's find a place to hide - Baby let's just do this (Get away, get away, get away) Quick before they notice
me I guarantee you won't regret it let me set it out like you aint never had it. Do it to me, I want you to grab me talk to me tell me how you like where
love me, I'm on my breezin' Future of the funk, without my stamp ... gonna bump Let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch I guess they don't
her let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer But she keep comin back three
end of this song Don't be so quick to walk away Don't be so quick to walk away Don't be so quick to walk away Don't be so quick to walk away You feelin
Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling Where the coppers be dwelling One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But, I practice
died with So silly!! [So silly silly silly silly ] Pumped up Big Willy I don't really think he really I don't really think he really, I don't think he
murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me they don't
me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me [Layzie] Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherf**kers out to get me they don't
refer to hoes as bitches and that ain't cool I tell 'em look out fool, I ain't Al Sharpton My name Brad Jordan, I don't beg pardons Don't get me wrong
make honeys blow on mah dick I go on a quick mission to find some kill Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville Mah homey put me down quarter pound
something, bitch [Verse One:] I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know
I'ma stick to the facts Fuck it if I don't go two The homies know that Face stay true And though I've got more muscle, my sounds don't change Been the
bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe)
