might be late - but it's never too late for that lovin my sexy babe I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she's got that torment to a fine
"Look at this mouth, look at these eyes look at these ears look at this hair line" "they match!" "they match the hairline the ears, the mouth, the nose
seed I need you to give me reason to breath I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need I be your part-time or full-time lover, significant
But life's too long To waste it all loving a liar And when love hands me matches now I'm gonna burn it down I keyed her car Got my guitar And wrote
was the Fresh Prince Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded With 3 beds this time and 6 kids we got a doggy that dog loved to shit My brother got his
ever wanted was to see the heart of the city, oh And all you ever got was hand to mouth So I know you'll be walking for a long, long time Cause you'
That's my home (bridge) It matters a difference If it's a one-room set Any time that I get back I still like it like that And we got blues that match
the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent But thats okay 'cause I'm still fly Got a
pitbull ain't no match For these teeth a clenchin', fluid retention Head a swellin', can't stop yellin' Got no patience, I'm so hateful PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome Got
off in your tongue I know you tastin' it Sex ain't a race But I have a thug nigga breakin' records And the time is One minute, six seconds Magic stick I got
been wondering (What would I do) Got me thinking (I?ll be true) Oh, got me wondering (I-I-I'm thinking of you) You got me thinking of you, baby (Thinking of you) You got
kind of mean some times and act like we weren't friends, But when the match was over we'd be buddies till the end; I've got to go! I've got to go! I know
match to attach That's the way you work it One hand washing the other And you're not watching another man And he's not watching some other woman No need to let the tough times
today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? To death, death death You could be the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got I still
, got me pacin' back and forth So much shit on my mind, so many things to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man, I be ready for war in
Nigga got that fire, fire baby, got that fire fire baby Got that fire, fire, baby, got that fire, fire, baby Got that fire, fire, baby, got that fire