Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat Same niggaz that get down, remember them California style, yeah I went back again But much wiser, 'cause these guys are Leave you
the name of Lou From poppin' in my head. (uh-huh) Absent minded me I score a loaf of Lou instead. If that isn't love, what is? (oh, Josie, you sure got a bad case
soon discover That you're gone for good. My indiscretions Made a bad impression, Guess I was misunderstood. I thought you needed my lovin', But it's my heart that you stole. I thought you
lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the Chamillitary Mayne We interruptin' this sound just to let you
cock Just in case you try to ball the block, no way cause I call the shots Show me nigga, tell me not anything, you spend, you flip, you trip, I got From
t let nobody hold you down baby. ness: yeh (welcome welcome) {ness} hit the bricks chic's like damn where you been loyd, locked up with a bad case of
wonder if it's a heaven for all the drug dealers For all the hot boys, strippers and the thug niggaz My wife you can say a nigga drank too She ain't bad, she what you
you accept it our would you cry like a bitch You'd probably try to kill her then kill yourself Sayin' she wasn't real but you wasn't real yourself 'Cuz you knew she was a ho when you
Fake buckin' if you want, you gone get stamped up You gone get these ten in a halves all in yo face We gone take it outside and you gone be a case You
case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of breath like you're short of fresh You're a portable
news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you Wooah I know you like it, you like it on top
gave you my song and I kinda wonderen what you thought man Or when that guy walked up to you And talked to you and put it in your hands Maybe you never listen to it or Maybe you lost it Or maybe you heard it and you
I'm a real bad case Well he'd be dead if he were in my place I guess it ain't surprisin' Ya got my temperature risin' You're my lover, baby - you're
automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it For fuckin' wit' the wrong motherfucker That you thought you had you a trickhead Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you
a bad case of the blues It's what I get from lovin' you, babe Such a bad case of the blues It's what I get from lovin' you Got a bad case of the blues
that good lovin' Let me hear you say ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Now my fellas know you need to stop the frontin' If you lovin' independent woman Let me hear you
Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh Rap niggaz, we dippin' individuals Some of us be frontin