everythin' I'm lookin' Everythin' I'm lookin', yes everythin' I'm lookin' for I guess I got everythin' I need and more One more time, I sing, everythin' I'm lookin' Everythin' I
everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm lookin' for. I guess I got everything thing I need and more. Everything thing I'm lookin' everything thing I'm
I'm tired in jail Even though through the riots I prevailed Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed 'em I'm here for the fam that's there when I
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
me now? Come, I say, come now challenge me, the realer, can handle my business. I'm gonna finish, I gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow
I'm doin' me now I'll do you Yo who you? Doc I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial I be da black El Nino, I mean yo I'm supreme like the team show
I'll take a little head or I'll take a lotta ass I'll take a friend or two, we can have a 3D weedy I could toss you a Gudda Gudda or a Lil Weezy Weezy
the stage So this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P I spent slowly and Sauncerea would dance for me With a body flowing slow like a smooth poet It
a half honey child jockin wit out flossin my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin one look at a crook my nigga book, an then
, M I A M I to Houston H town, Pitbull, Bun B My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise Miami, I gotchu, I
and have my head exam Look at how they got me on the Def Jam payment plan Well, I'm in the world of entertainment and Trying to keep a singing man sane for
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin' for the safe Now she breakin', shut up, 112, what's shakin'? A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay In a
crew in em I'm doing em Then I'm Beating em down with aluminium Then I'm putting two in em You can't touch me I've been Devil sinned Wanted for imbesslement
me I hope I?m worthy Cuz shawty I?m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I?m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I?m your baby, your baby
of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met Teachers taught us ?
it was dead I made a lot of things though Like a frog with a turkey neck it was tha shit yeah But I'm still lonely I need a homie So I collected limbs