your name, girl Tell me where you from, what you do, what you like Let me pick your brain, girl And tell me how they got that pretty little face On
with the shotgun ? All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud We 7:30 livewires Unplug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame,
'll make you proud So stunt-alicious, I love it, let's at least work something out Miss Thang, million dollar game, Coke bottle frame Make my wall of fame, let me know your
calm under each arms my children Daddy's in a better place entering golden doors (Talk to me) With ivory all white pillars and marble floors (Yow) Brand new physical frame
seat and I'ma ride until the chrome break Big heat'll turn your body to a cold case She don't even make it rain she just throw me face Got some niggas
up out the frame You betta leave if you think you just a little lame Chuck yo chain don't get caught when this song here come on Look at my face thats
plan on stoppin' Pullin your hair, hickies on your neck, body so slide, cause of all the sweat And I love the way you bite your lip The way you throw it back and work your
what you got Get your ass out on the floor. tell me what your waiting for You ugly but your swaga's amazing Get your ass out on the floor. tell me what your
Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind. with such a ugly picture in it. And, Money, nothing I buy can buy me more time for your ears to tell your
Strikes morningthe atomic dawn Scramble back to cover Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on My little leather-winged lover I see your face printed on my money Your
, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame
hotter with them frames on Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah, make dough Manicure, facial, face glow, fuck it if
new meaning, now, All because of you, Everything is different, There's no frame of a reference for the way I feel, But to look at your face, I am still
I like the playettes No diggity, no doubt Play on playette Play on playette Yo Dre, drop the verse (Dr Dre) It's going down, face the Blackstreet
fuck with all, we were bound by blood Not the blood of the gang but the blood of James It's out of love for this nigga we pump slugs in frames That's
gots to get myself up out the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background
motherfucker will keep it real We focused on the dollar bill, still The outsiders tend to disrespect the place Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face