mind? Umm, well, of course not I'll just take it for a little spin And maybe show it off to a couple of friends I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
for now, for now Might as well get another round, round Notice there ain't nothing in your cup So get here, baby, let me fill it up, fill it up Go girl, it
kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from
one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe
before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (Yeah) So, when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it
postin big boy bail and If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail He ain't even like that tell your momma chill The way my folk kick it we can even
to back up in the mix like that And I know ya like it when it's just like that All the girlies just love my swag From my kicks to the way I fix my hat
hearts But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster I like to think I got it down to an art So here's where the problem starts You're shitting on my heart
drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it
so much in common With my big cock creator We function on the lowest human level Yet somehow keep living I thought it was over but it all still hurts the same It
emotion But if you don't give the kids the chance to use it They're always more than likely to abuse it Everybody's talking about the kids It's taking
I look like gettin' back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat screen Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain
us, let us hear you scream Like it loud, we like it loud We like it loud, we like it, we like it We like it loud, we like it honking The party won't
scene It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean I never claimed to be the hardest of the roughest hard rocks But I'm boomin' out yo' box, skills
floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by side
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was