If you see somebody I want you to smile instead of frown, Just because they look angry Don't mean they wanna beat you down, And it, don't cost you nothing But you
(Yeah, yeah) I'll be waitin' for you (Baby I'll be waitin' for you) (He ain't shit) I gotta find a way to leave him for you You said whenever you need
, just sexy laidback, sunshine everywhere you go Boy you're so bad, you're so bad, oh oh oh oh Wanna welcome you to my castle, you ain't gotta ask Got
watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Came here with my
gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and peace lay in the dirt, all you clowns lay around the way wit dem hope you
love you Want you to know that, I still love you (Let?s fly high) And I wanna let you know how much you changed my life I wanna let you know you taught
before the window And you who accept, in your soul and your head What was misunderstood, what was thought of with dread A new self is born, the other self
to you But I find myself at the East River waiting to meet with you And late at night I keep dreaming of you We're making love on the sofa that belongs to you
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
anything organic Even health food makes me sick You won't catch me sipping Perrier Down in some sushi bar, I tell you Now's the time to go for all the gusto you can grab You
you find that 40-pound watermelon in your colon Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep TAURUS! You will never find
claim that I shorted you out Voted you out, closed you out Nigga, you know what this business about Got my dick in your mouth, I got my dick in your
the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
you try this motherfucker out, man And I bet you be callin' me tomorrow, talkin' 'bout You want some more of this shit Man, I'm tellin' you, shit have you
ya betta be pinnin' yo self I cuts in with tha M-11, 357 Automatic weapons from my shelf These niggaz wanna take my health My wealth check yo self Tryin
time, or you betta drop a dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong. Get ahead
end" [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] (X2) Young thugs, my young thugs, young thugs, my young thu-u-ugs, young thugs, my young thugs, young thugs, my young thu