I don't have to impress these girls, ladies, females, bitches, hoes, or gold diggers when I first meet them. I do not put up fronts. I spit the rawest truth that most people can’t handle. I admit that my mouthpiece has brought me both happiness and grief over time, but after 26 years I am generally satisfied with its performance.
If I get involved with a girl and for some reason she wants to play games, it will make her head spin. The type of shit that I could say will make a hers ears reach elation, her brain reach ecstasy and her body reach heaven.
“They say I talk with so much emphasis Ohhh ... they so sensitive”
"EXCUSE ME IS YOU SAYING SOMETHING??? YOU CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING"
I DO WHAT I WANT TO DO
I DO WHAT I FEEL LIKE I DO
I AM HERE FOR A LIMITED TIME AND I AM GOING TO MAKE ME HAPPY
I GOT SICK MOMENTUM RIGHT NOW AND I AM NOT STOPPING FOR NO ONE
I GOT A MIDDLE FINGER FOR ALL THE HATERS, LOOSERS AND FORMER FRIENDS WHO NO LONGER ROLL IN MY CREW, BIG MISTAKE
I GOT A MIDDLE FINGER TO ALL THE FEMALES WHO THINK THEY ARE TOO GOOD FOR ME.
IT IS GOING TO BE ON AND POPPIN' IN 2008 BABY, KEEP IN TOUCH IF YOU WANT TO BE ON A WINNING TEAM
This is officially the song of the year for me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAzkKUPaVlALa La La La
Wait til I get my money right
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke I spent that on a necklace
I told God I'd be back in a second
Man its so hard not to act reckless
To whom much is given much is tested
Get arrested guess until he get the message
I feel the pressure
under more scrutiny
And what I do?
Act more stupidly
Bought more jewelry, more Louis V
My momma couldn't get through to me
The drama. People suing me.
I'm on TV talkin like its just you and me
I'm just saying how I feel man
I ain't one of the Cosby's
I ain't go to Hill man
I guess the money should have changed him
I guess I should have forgot where I came from
La La La La
Wait til I get my money right
La La La La
Then you can't tell me nothing right
Excuse me? Was you saying something??
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Let up the suicide doors
This is my life homey
You decide yours
I know that Jesus died for us
But I couldn't tell you who decide wars
So I parallel double park that mother fucker sideways
Old folks talking bought back in my day
But homey this is my day
Class started two hours ago
Oh, am I late?
No, I already graduated.
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.
They say I talk with so much emphasis
Ohhh ... they so sensitive
Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
And then say something where you gonna end up apologin
Let me know if its a problem then
Aight man, holla then
La La La La
Wait til I get my money right
La La La La
Then you can't tell me nothing right
Excuse me? Was you saying something??
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Let the champagne splash
Let that man get cash
Let that man get passed
He don't even stop to get gas
If he can move through the rumors
He can drive off of fumes cuz
How he move in a room full of no's
How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes
Must be the pharoahs
He in tune with his soul
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold
Treasure ... what's your pleasure?
Life is a (UH) dependin how you dress her
So if the devil wear Prada
Adam Eve wear nada
I'm in between but way more fresher
With way less effort
Cuz when you try hard is when you die hard
Y'all homies lookin like why God?
When they reminensce over you my God.
La La La La
Wait til I get my money right
La La La La
Then you can't tell me nothing right
Excuse me? Was you saying something??
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.
La La La La
Wait til I get my money right
La La La La
Then you can't tell me nothing right.
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