can forgive me) Forgive me cuz what I did was wrooong. [Chorus:] I'm missing you so much your kisses and your touch I need yooou I need you girl. Kno wat I
of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust, I bet I bust I bet I bust, I bet I, I bet I I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, gimme
where you can find me Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac Escalate with the chromed out nose With the navigation arrow headed straight to I-hop Aunt Jamima really loves me
She put me down) I'mma hop on the bus with Biz (Yo Brother let's get drunk) And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of this skunk Nigga T just put me down Oh God, how I
15's, twenty Glocks with beams, and TNT Nigga roll with me, burial, fuck the world When I deal, hope I repented 'cuz if the world I resented It just might catch me
feel that? Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker Yo, I spit so real so
Dream] Oh Yeah You know where I'm from You know where I stay I'm posted in the A Sittin' low in my Phantom ridin' high Every time I ride by Nigga I'm
hype I'm tellin you I didn't just move that white I'm tellin you I had it up all night I'm tellin you everything I spit is real I'm tellin you man, fuck
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on you Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the
obscene, I'm way into that In fact, you niggaz ain't like me, you salty Me,I'm like pepper 'cause I spice shit up The 'Flavor Flav' of the game 'cause I
she belongs to me I pimped her 15 years in this industry Now her pussy so big I don't want no mo' But she still down wit me 'cuz I raised that hoe Found
I would do it again You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that's a fake because I rap so long Other rappers hear pop I put funk
to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone He's talkin' reckless, I
trying to give me some But I tell 'em like this, I'm the player $hort Playing freaks like you is just a sport I'm coming way too real and I can never
I've been sellin' rap tapes since I was 15 I told the Oakland police, too many times I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes I never sell drugs to jeopardize
poor Since I was 14 I raised myself I built a roof over my head and then I went for self I sold cooked-up rock, made my way through school I'm not saying
Yo, I got this plan to make some money I want you to keep this shit to yourself At 6:15 a.m, the truck pulls out of the Post office on Lankershin and