missin don't waste a song! And I-I Know you got in ya All the doubt I feel ya But how you starin at me thinkin you ain't a winner. I know you like what
the hunter but, boy, you better pray 'Cause when I want ya, I'll get you anyway You know what I wanna do, it ain't nothing new I'm tired of dropping
pierce) Yo, bring it on down I'm a driver, I'm a winner Things are gonna change, I can feel it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you
piercing) Yo, bring it on now I'm a driver, I'm a winner Things are gonna change, I can feel it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you
died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The goddamn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide And
me, T double, you know I'm a G 'Cuz I keep sayin' gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But niggaz like you, you a pussy nigga But I
you not No frontin', Ma, keep it real sexy Even though I'm thugged out like Joe Pesci Test me, I'm a all natural born winner We could eat Filet Mignon
I met you girl I tried to pay for dinner Pulled out your card I thought I had a winner She said Boy I got it Then I said no But I like a girl who's in
me of how I broke a virgin Think I still drive her crazy 'cuz she still wanna date me Got a man and a baby, do ya thang, I ain't hatin' Now my Michigan
5 Still the one I do this 4 I'm trying to make a 3 From that 2 He still the 1 Yup, I put it on him, it ain't nothing that I can't do Yup, I buy my own
She had a miniskirt with a sexy pose I tried to rap to her, but I just froze Tell me now fellas, what can I do? To make a girl like me, like a girl likes
them all well i'm just a poor little baby cause well i believe them all oh so while your growing old under the gun gun gun and i believe them all well i'm
I ain't trippin', I ain't crabbin', I'm tippin' Real talk, babygirl, ucud gedit [R. Kelly:] Baby, you the winner, winner, winner winner, winner, winner
cris at the party Got me banging fo sho I'm not a man of many words But there's one thing I know Pimp- [Chorus] Hey yo I'm tired of people judging
I'm brick in the pot I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted Me and Nelly got the Airs wit
, uh uh uhh-uh uh Listen I I, I I I-I number one Yeah, yeah, yeah I I, I I, number one The two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Number one Cause
bizza, my bad, li'l dog You Lunatics and that's what I be sayin' 'bout y'all Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call And I got a stick for ya guaranteed