Bone Thugs in one night, no secrets. Fuck the Feds, it ain't no love at all for 'em, and pull me over with police dogs lickin my scrotum. [Chorus] [Verse 4
be down to ride We're ready 4 war Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals We're ready 4 war Ridin' with death We niggas
change my story So motherfuckers claimin that they represent life Make sure them hoes is representin it right Talk to me [chorus:] x 4 Now break it down to the beat one
car watchin me hold this Hey hey you see oohhh You see lil mama outta control [Chorus: Akon] The way that you walkin, the way that you talkin you're the one
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery
Skinny nigga dubbed up, Lohan, Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin, Make ya soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4
u think you're in control of this shit You're such a good a boy and let's keep it the way yeah, let's keep it the way *2 chorus * 4 You can look,
dreamed of Oh-oh oh oh-oh oh oh (4x) Oh Cherry, Cherry I'll read your fortune It says here you're too serious and such But I've learned one thing Cherry
4.0 Good girl by day Damn, who would have known? But when the lights go, lights go down And she's out on the floor The freak comes out and she loses control
say hi she like yo what's da deal? Girl da pop colla, gotta make her own dolla She don't like a Benz she like a 6'4 Impala One that can hold her own
Come on, sugar Baby, baby, come on May be a fool to let my heart control me And my mind is telling me I'm crazy Is she the one although she hardly knows
a bitch now Still, Your thicky thicky thicky thick Lookin like a lolli-pop waitin for the lick girl Your thicky thicky thicky thick Remind me of my 6-4
observin' everything inside my surrounding Jasmine dancin' wit' this nondescript sucka Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her Nigga get the urge and can't control
overflow, I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so. Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and whipped cream, If these walls could talk they would say this is one
they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins And when you down for yours, my nigga, I'm down for mine Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time
Left me no other choice but to get down It's too late (x4) You got it (x4) When I look into your eyes it's over You got me hooked with your love controller
' sho' This flow is gon' bring more dough And you know but you actin' like you don't know Now homie I say I run it, run it 'cause I'm in control Hypnotiq
't act like a snobby model You just hit the lotto Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves Now