take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it Ice Cube is a thing of the past If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in
fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it Ice Cube is a thing of the past If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass You're
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
the iced out Carrero Don Styles, good fella Paniro Chorus: If you want it, we can do it, take your time, do it right, we can do it baaaby (We them
be mine If he don't love you right Don't waste your time If he don't treat you like you should Then you should be mine Why can't you see, you should
I could explain it, but I don't know how The way that we dance, the reason we dream That big Italian tower, well, how does it lean Somethin' so strong shouldn't
roller be collers the ice pop yo We gotta start helping each other quit hurting each other Money you have a nigger take it by murdering his mother How does it feel
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it better Do seem like my future's here now It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that
groupie losin up in gorged dick how we kiss it lightly dont try to fight these feelings that your feeling from this kansas city ice-t i shot his suger honey ice-t
a jawful (Just chill, ten minutes and it's all downhill) Downhill, how does it feel, how long does it take to work Am I gonna fry my disk, does it make
to the Z and we all in the family What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin' it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel
on my block can't stop and he won't and it don't stop, To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang bang but rookies ain't the only ones that dropped
sweat I know you feel it your head Girl da kind of connection That we got won't let u rest You don't gotta hide it, Try to fight it Or deny it This is
babe, so why cant you stay My heart is full of passion, I'd show it to you But how could you deceive me, babe, and make me feel blue I don't wanna
it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up (Baby you got) Hips that hypnotize When you walk I can't
U funk with me?) Say it's alright, come on (Say it, say it) CHORUS: (Cindy C., play with me) (I will pay the usual fee) Ah Cindy C. (What's it
JA Rule, motherfuckers, all my hoes and hustlers Ride wit' me, get a feelin' on how this world did me Was curious 'till it all hit me But it's clear now though it
Feeling's numb from dealing too long It's real count ya friends when you on My pen is visual, I'm real, men are miserable I feel the tension growing,