) Do ya, do ya, do ya love me? Do ya...d-d-do ya love me? I...I'd like to think so Do ya, do ya, do ya love me? Do ya...d-d-do ya love me? Anyway...I'
so Do ya, do ya love me? Do ya, do, do, do ya love me anyway? Do ya love me anyway? Do ya, do ya, do ya love me? Do ya, do, do, do ya love me I, I'
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ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhausted
the water don't work My little sister twelve And she bought her own skirt. Rather do Kurt than do her homework Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump fa
it over momma, let me show you how I do Renee It's McNasty, party with two a day Let me give it to ya, you want Dilla to do ya it's done Plus got a ridiculous
all That's the way that we do it Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it Man I'm as strong as this game Ya'll be knowing my name (
and take ya bitches If ya, owe me some money I'm a take ya riches It's Lil Flip (Lil Flip), I gotta kick in the do' Cause niggas say they freestyling
'bout that! [gunshot] {DAMN! } Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [shot] {OOH! } Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that! I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Man I told ya'll I was finnin' to blow like C4 Stunt in the G5 fly in the G4 G Unit footwear, G Unit apparell I'm so hood That green
see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
Stepper Boy, a Hollowpeno, Pepper Boy Red Hot, I bet 'cha Mami when ya jump on me, I hit ya spot I like to see you hoes pop, just like 5th Ward Weebie
low), get low (get low) They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot) [Verse: 8 Ball] Whats the worse shit heard A shotgun blast from the back a ya
feat. Talib Kweli) [Asheru talking] (Ya'll don't know right here this is the next single featuring my man Talib Kweli, called Mood Swing, we gonna do
like a motha fucka Shitted nigga come and rap strap wit that fucken Tec When I'm chillen' on the set That 9-5 has got to be locked So a nigga jump-shot
syllable gun Real as they come, Long Beach [? ]! Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, [? ] try to do without trying Cause to us it's so easy, where, Jump
corks on champ' like I just took the chip Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips
