goin' back to jail Bitch I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo' kill [Chorus] Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all chrome
sleep Spinning room is sinking deep Searching for something to say Waiting for the break of day 25 or 6 to 4 25 or 6 to 4
Nothing to do in the city Can't get nothing to eat it's only 2am All the girls they look in the body They don't know nothing and I gotta get out Get
Since she's gone, she's gone and left me crying I'm a sucker for this game, she's running all over town with her cheating and her lying Now I'm sitting
the weeks at end tonight's the night well it's the weekend so come on alright party party party party for a good time stand in no line for the best
[1st Verse] You gotta walk that walk You gotta talk that talk You gotta be that girl In the toughened world Come , now cut me so fast [Chorus] Pirate
I've been waiting on you I've got the feeling that's right And by the look on your face, everything's in place I'm gonna meet you tonight, I'm gonna
Running around,stop fussing you, Everybody's talking,nobody's walking, Hanging around and around, So come on, come on Come on, come on I don't know
Flyin high in the sky I got my ripped soul baby Goin down on you, goin down on you Xray vision Seein right on thru And there ain't nothin that your god
much . " She says , " Well , I'm gonna go uptown . Ready or not ! " And she did her ,ew And she showed me what she got [Chorus] Show me what you got [x6
and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 impala They greet me with
and I listen then watch While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
2,4,6,8,who do you appriciate please say that boy is me 2,4,6,8,who do you appriciate i'm the one who wants to be your baby get up early to see you
2,4,6,8,who do you appriciate please say that boy is me 2,4,6,8,who do you appriciate i'm the one who wants to be your baby get up early to see you in
turkey without the stuffin Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths
(feat. Nas) The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce
