fall apart, I'm hooked on you, baby I've been loving you, you know it's true And I'm hooked on you, baby You don't know, I'm hooked on you, baby? Don
s a superhero [Hook:] Nobody like you, there's nobody else Take your place, I love you momma Just for that I dedicate this song to you I love you mama
when i first met you babe i knew i had to have you i just wanted you to call me your bad boy baby blue i'm so glad i'll be loving you for ever it's kind
Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that shit I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin Long nights
lacking on pimping, I swear I'm in it for the do' Staying on my tippie-toes, mind clicking for the green Got no time for plex so what's next, on rough
I'm busting, on the first thing I see [Hook x2] [Al-D] I'm a fiend for green, feddy'n my team Po' nigga slow nigga, what the fuck you mean First off I'm
my identity unknown Stuck on probation, with my mind on time I put my mind on rhyme, on the one but I'm [Hook] [Al-D:] Get the green 'fore I fuck up
Che fu:] soo ah how 'bout you? Huh You got any stories like that? [Aaradhna:] Yeah I do [Che fu:] Oh you do [Aaradhna:] I gotta few [Che fu:] Mean
stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a fuck who they was I'm always takin' someone
Trying to hate on mine you outta line, I shine because I grind I keep that money up on my mind, for the umpteenth time When I write a rhyme I rhyme real
to think about) I'm a get to the money (money) I'm a get to the money (money) [Verse 2: Al Pac] I'll leak you dude, what it do, fuck these chickens,
I'm a room in the room, don't turn my doorknob I ain't St. Valentine, but I'm still a heart throb It's the "Renaissance Child", replace the art they rob
[Chorus: unknown singer] I'm an Animal, Animal, and House Gang is my life And I'm gon' ride til I die, ride til I die, til the day I lose my life I'm
you ever heard on a track Like Grits on Al Green, I threw a hot pot of words on your back You can't guard me one on one, I lose control when you battle
bring Write rhymes on Sunday with the queen' pumpin' Al Green Simply beautiful, my mentals be musical Think about what's going on, I'm throwing bombs
I Need Bud (While I Ball In Parlay) I Need Bud (When I Hit The Highway) I Need Bud (And Stay Swissa My Way) I Need Bud [S.P.M:] I Need Bud In The Suds
you lookin hungry for the team and I'm a let her eat Don't worry little mama, I got you Have yo' ass screamin' in the telle like I shot you I'm a wear