Please, Mom You ground me all the time I know that I was right All along And I'm hoping Remember I'm a kid I know not what I did Just having fun You
make the knot unwind And if the very next words Leaving her lips could decide If he'd go or if he'd stay She would play that old cliche Who makes up
God and His only Son Paid a courtesy call on Earth, one Sunday morning Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips Songbirds sang from the tips of Cottonwoods
child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
Bianca My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy Kick more bars than the penile G And let my nine clap loudly Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka
quick My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip Don't say shit, bitch 'cause niggaz with the lip bit Ain't one in the gun, 'till it go click click
to tell them They think I'm telling lies I say it's the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips I'm a woman
blast ya ass to prove a point I got thug nigguz that don't even rap callin' to do joints Frontin' off the strength and you the weak link in the click
Blazin' when you see the arms razin' Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chete Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy I click triggers
It's goin' down like this ma-fucka Is the shit gone ever change 'Cause I be caught up in the middle of it Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin' throat
get enough of your tongue in my pussy Can't get enough of your love [Daz Dillinger] Cheap hoes, I took a flick of her tits and her hips and her lips and the click
the L the I the E the S We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) Suppress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic's Spread her legs and put the greenery lips
you aint gon' buck all dat yappin at the mouth gon get cha breast up [x2] You don't game in the club wit yo boyz and ya click We don't give a WHAT,
Rubbin' on my 6 pack and I ain't holdin' shit back When you hear that click clack baby go your ass down Til' dem lips drippin' wet, ooh slow your ass down And I done click
bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let 'em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide clicks and the parties with
get still I never met another dealer with that appeal With those electric eyes, hypnotized Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye Bee eyes, bouncin' five deep, clicked
Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's And hoes wit' big lips
words and not move your lips You can't be confused and still say you understand You can't be a friend but not through thin and thick You can't be a click
