should, you oughta be with me You oughta be with G Can't you see, you oughta be with me The G E R and the A L D, the L E V E R and the T And you really
raise a C H I L D Broke my heart when you didn't wanna be with me And all this time I was a fool in L O V E Why, why would you make me feel this way
your nipples showin' D to the A N G E R O U S is the true test In Oakland makin' the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best Keep a dick in your
times, I heard I died I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives Well I'm the P L A Y E R I lay bunnies, like Hugh Heffner I'm her flavor, kinda saucy
how we do it like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma Put ya five with my fin, best
fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me Me and E
road again Tears in her eyes tell me that I'm the man someday she'll be marryin' Verse 1 (Afrika): Beggin' me to bring you back home Out wonderin' why why ya home all
proof That C-Y-P-R-E-S-S Got you funky, while I'm real deaf Put it to the sess, and you will confess Soul Assassins is the best Check it homeboy, got
this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis and
That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me Off of this course, blow me Bitch, I do this all for the sport only But I want it all, I'm not just
of the castle You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole All I hear is I'm the best at this and I'm best at that But I don't hear
me say Shawty Lo, do it B-I-G I like a lot of hoes and I love the freaks But if I had to choose, M-O-E You ain't got enough paper Middle finger to a
t front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather I'm Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to