catch you and wet you Bless the soul of any nigga I cross Somewhere in the shuffle we was lost looking for drama at any cost Love changes, niggas is cut
Shark Bar You know they love to see a hot star Chorus: Lil' Zane w/ variations And for my dogs I ain't seen in awhile I still got love for y'all ain
not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho. Yeah. stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - Magnum i hope. this is phazon love and uhh, i love
From Chicago to Sac, nigga bang with me I fuck with niggas who don't have no love for a snitch Screamin' out at the party "No Love For A Bitch!" I'ma
, Lets Go Love, You Gotta Love It Hold Hands In Public I Does It, Cool I Dug It Everything U Do And Everything U Does It Everything U Done Hope Im The
love built that Hug renovate that section 8 pays for Well lets pray for em Let the beat play for em Put the trouble on display for em Cuz he gotta go
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless And please don't mistake weakness for
minds Struggle with questions Of Space and Time Watch out for him Spy You can tell he ain't no cowboy Spy Vhoaaa! If you love this country And I hope
me get a feeling of who love me And who I love (that's what it's all about though) You understand? First you got to know how to move (the forecast calls for
the gutter to the rich From holes in my clothes to the most butter shit How's life, what a bitch Now I rock ice for the fuck of it Your wife love my shit
tired to rock... well, they called to chicago for repairs... till it's fixed i'm a-using the stairs... Hope they hurry up before it's too late... love
top, I'm too tired to rock Well, they called to Chicago for repairs 'Till it's a-fixed I'm using the stairs Hope they hurry up before it's too late Love
I came Robert Taylor, 4500 on State Street in Chicago where most of the hoodsters and thugs be if it hadn't of been for all the people that loved me and for
of donkeys Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee Titties plump please Dolly Parton up When she walk through and make way for the double D's I love that
In the name of love!" In the name of love What more in the name of love... In the name of love What more in the name of love... In the name of love...
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps, and hoes, and bitches of all ages This is your host Money motherfuckin' Mike Right outside ICEE Records right here in Chicago
your pockets by all means neccesary the rest is secondary comin for back til my flesh is buried, the test is carried for me to survive and hope we still
a ready to sag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs Till it's a fixed I'm a usin' the stairs Hope they hurry