are one You are part of my future And that's as bright as they come In your company I'm quickened I move inwards when we speak We're all heavy with
? Even Aaron Hall couldn't 'groooove me' Boy, your little style don't move me Truly, you never knew me, you're booty My 3rd Eye style is heavy duty My
it to the tip, then I Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for
] (Still coming with it, I'm an addict y'all, still at it! Check It Out, Check It, Check It) I'm still at it, I'll give it to an addict who's had it
Beef! - Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished! There it is, we invaded created a Pyramid - Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his So {*heavy
your shoes dawg You know about that south we act like fools dawg Your girl says she like that country smooth drawl That's why there's groupies ready to remove draws They be going heavy
to make your shoes dawg Chu know about the south we go the fools dawg Your girl says she loves the country smooth drawl That's why there's groupies ready to remove drawls They be going heavy
us like slaves, du' Doggy, he's Wu, he's the brand new craze Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed And addict was holdin black back
what fuckin label i'm signing to I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat records I sign myslef get your cake up [Cam'ron:] I'm like a crack addict, with these mac
drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation [x2] T.V., it satellite links our United States of Unconsciousness Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive
feeling It is alright It is so fine You keep repeating A kind of meditation Me addicted and precious almost like love Moving closer Getting deeper Falling into trance Me an artist Supreme addict
A testament that the war on drugs just ain't working The nose candy got me the Benz, that I merk in I'm 24 hours Like Perkings My fine white powder Is addictive
got her God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't abort Now you probly get this picture from my public persona That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict
't passed, yet A couple more years, that shit'll be ill-matic And eight years later, I'm still at it Divorce, re-married A felon A father Sleeping pill addict
it raw I'm lyrically blessed so don't try to ignore Time for some action creeping up your back and keep the beat nasty like Janet my reaction hard I'm addictive
