I can't believe it, it can't be you Are you that kind of man? I just don't understand Why don't you show your hand? I keep hearing You're that kind of man
can't believe it, it can't be you Are you that kind of man? I just don't understand Why don't you show your hand? I keep hearing You're that kind of man
I'm a one night stand I'll take installments I'm a fair kind of man, yeah My clientel many Some I don't charge a penny I'm your undercover man, yes I
the press At an imaginary address, Cani's the best Untraceable, your pictures unpaintable, canvas thats wet Let me dry you of wit some of this fire I
hoe I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first ones made I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that
smack smack smack that And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that Yup I could tap that
'm illin' - Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular Go get your binoculars And see Penthouse 3 where a n-a be Spittin fire on the PJ in my PJ's Fire Marshall said I
Darlin' if I could But I want you bad and that ain't good Baby please put away those ruby lips And those big blue eyes are too hard to resist I'm not that kind of man
of an existing reality; The one that we allow to exist around us. * Defence Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer Claiming that
crazy man, we always on the grind. my head spins, losing control over my mind, that's why i got my study buddy to keep me in line. ring ring ring, its
was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady
re just plain old Marshall to me" Ooh ya' girl run that game "Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say" "Rot in pieces, uh, that
my left ear already Life in the Serenghetti, ya'll low on the food chain Chamaellean man change colors like a mood ring Assonine in half the time under
here, so come get it But those that tried are real sorry they did it Cause I hit it - hard, nail on the head, now they're dead But that's what you get
She?s out of my league And that?s the kind of girl I need I am the underdog But I?m about to take the lead You can?t worry about the others They can?
bitches) I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man (Yeah man You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man I'm
Jones] My pistol game been tight Since chicken lo mein and rice Tryna get that paper, flippin that caine for a price Fiends goin crazy, hittin that caine thru the pipe Niggaz that