A rush insides of pain A feeling you can't explain Release you from your pain I got your prescription, babe Its low, I fill it up Put butter in your cut
Fordítás: A Girl Called Jane. Életben.
put them other niggas on a hiatus, Beat ya bitch with a pump if she denied data, 'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter, I make my girl come first
the skinny girl holla Make that fat girl hungry Make the ugly girls want me Put the Pretty girls on me, Make the shy girls horny, make the fly girls
lights everywhere we are Livin' like, like there's no tomorrow Oh, I got money, I don't need a Range I'm a pimp, I don't need a cane Be it kills Charlie
the weed man so you can get in touch with mary jane you a scorpio? girl get over here ride me all night like you kin a paul revere. kissin on my neck
you calling me darling? Are you calling me bird? They call me girl (Are you calling me darling?) They call me Stacey They call me her They call me Jane
't deny When i girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a big thing in your face i get sick Caus i like a toothpick, I'll beat that booty with a stick
playa's, with true rank Don't give a damn what you think Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby You dress jiggy, body bomdigi Then it's a possibility
a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight Sell a cush by a bell so you know might shit tight See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight I'm high
what's a pimp? I say, but what's a pimp? They wanna be like this I know it looks real fly up in here But what's a pimp? I say, but what's a pimp? It
air, From sundown to daylight And the girls they be lovin' it, Cause it freeze on em That Cali-O sensation lets us squeeze up in em Its a whole 'notha mind state, A
you're a cheater" And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice, said, "Johnny
did a Sting and a half And Tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out
me when I leave cuz when I leave I never call her That's life shit, alright, shit, I could call you right quick But if I call you gone be like "Boo why
Mary Jane calls my name, take me away As I float over my body and look at myself That can't be me, there's no way How could this happen to such a man
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
