when I say ( please don't go away) I don't want you to go i need you to stay so listen when i say (please don't go away) I don't want you to leave
on, uhh (Please don't go away) Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh Soul Radio, rock, rock on, uhh (Please don't go away) Please don't go away Please don't go
way, what that boy say That boy's out of control, that boy balling, that boy top drop low crawling That boy's nineteen, that boy's not stalling That boy
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit You get outta line, we'll kill you quick See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit You get outta line we'll
maybe send your man over Pardon, you gon' step to this Spit phat, not anorexic shit Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go there I knock rappers out
CDs, I don't want you stupid fans [Verse 3:] Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope)
some noise Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys In my neighbourhood , whether black or hispanic Yo, this is some positive shit but please don't
of real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash And that old Ford truck A fuzzy cat hangin From the mirror for luck Said don't you know All those little Brown
the price that the poor boy has paid, He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh. Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry, Fancy people go
this plea I'm dead This is a decision, if I go to prison who's gonna take care of my kids? Nobody will listen, now why won't they listen Now why won't
[HOOK] Whats up with partner, Where he live, Where he stay at Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at? I'm telling you man you don't want
better That cush, please just sush, wuss I?m the team captain, get your first letter PUSSY! (Chorus, Sleepy Brown:) You thinking you dead, boy? Know where I?m at, boy
(feat. Petey Pablo, Sleepy Brown) Try this one! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] I come, they go, I run, they slow Ain't ashamed that
love me down I don't wanna sit down, I just wanna get down I'm on the ground, down on my knees Like James Brown singing Please, Please Round two, I'm
finna flip Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck
I still don't think the problem is me Go the distance if you please 'Cause your touches are a tease and if you really want me. Mister please don't waste my time Wasn't
't even know it my brother in the back yellin please don't do it Chris brown killed it so I'm a bout to blow it I'm a serial killer microphoned guerilla 2010 thrilla can't