they passing I wish I was a sociable person, but socializing ain't for me I want to die by myself in these streets cause that's love [Mr. 3-2] It ain't no love
she in a rod raffle I'm a nice guy, well it's right, I might fly down to the fridge to get the brod snapple Take it a miss got a lot of it, say she the
see you all on Rap-a-Lot Let's get parley and then crack the spot Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot Keep on holdin me while
my cash baby, because you know it's a must But the money ain't a thang, that ain't nothing on us, c'mon [Chorus x2] [Lil' Keke] Ain't nothing in the
and jangling jester's cap I'm sorry I ever wrote that book I'm sorry for the way I look But there ain't a lot that I can do about that I'm sorry, sorry
Three - Young Chris] Just lost another one We'll always love you dog Just like my mother son My second brother dog They say we go to hell When he die we ain't
you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that
mouth and jangling jester's cap I'm sorry I ever wrote that book I'm sorry for the way I look But there ain't a lot that I can do about that I'm sorry
hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that
Paz] 1988, pops died, middle of the night Forty-six years old, middle of his life My mother ain't have a job, poppy was on his grind And we ain't got
her raw dog Told her from the gate "I don't wear no condoms, and I ain't claimin' no kids" I'm Ya Hyniss bitch A-Wax head representative Only fuck wit
you all on Rap-a-Lot Let's get parley and then crack the spot Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot Keep on holdin me while
a chick then I hope that chu' love her There's no stress like Baby Mother Some of these girls use a baby to get back at a brother Cause it ain't the
bout I said at nine, he killin' time And he ain't checked the time on his wrist He probably somewhere lying to a chick Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't