Well I said, Uncle Sam ain?t ready for a girl behind a gun But this proud leatherclad rider Can fight like a son Fight Like A Son Riding down the road
m a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be, I'm a be I'm a I'm a I'm a be. I'm a be be be be I'm a I'm a
twins ask why I ain't marry they mom? (Why? Damn) How do I respond? What if my son stares with a face like my own And says he wants to be like me when
a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
this After so long When it ripped into you like the son you never were And I don't think this is what you wanted now It feels alright but that's a lie
a house with ya pictures Have a son for you, a little girl for me Together we'll raise a family [Break - Beyonce] I wanted more then just a man I needed
come Fighting for sales on a strip to get the hustle from From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son To counting money like Dre and Jimmy
see, no confession, no case Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin' Son of a bitch, he was a snitch Drama Drama Drama Drama Drama Under I went, I caught a
regret it, soldiers, word, I know a lot of brothas Out there want to get in this war, you know what I'm sayin'? A lot of sistas got a lot of knowledge
nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a
and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me, not the slightest clue 'Cause me and you were like a crew I was like your sidekick, you gon' either wanna fight
or heaven I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida [VERSE 1] They putting pressure on me
dem bawl and all a Scream the whole night up...ready fi go turn gal on.. Them say dem a love gal like we love gal SP ready fi rub-a-dub gal.. Fat gal
Now once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin
wise guys Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like
email from a female but I'm a playa, aint gon tell you all the details what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells by the seashore, but she's not a
the twins ask why I aint marry their mom (why, damn!) how do I respond? what if my son stares with a face like my own and says he wants to be like me
