i tired to forget you and like i used to, i bit my lips. even for a day i tried to live life without you by laughing like i didn't know. what should
yuh mi love interest Yuh feel my sexual velocity Yuh got a glimpse of my anatomy Now yuh can check my file I got the ride I curl yuh toes and roll yuh
but I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like
me at ease Do somethin' special you know I like Smokin' head and please don't bite Slow and easy I pull the seat back Up and down as I climax Steady in motion, I
Damn, I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her But her sister's, bangin' too, what should I do? Fuck it, I'll do like my nigga Smooth with
people like going down I side stepped the line for a fresh cut And instead, I keep my nappy curls in my head I like to hear brothers spit game using dirty words I like
funk so my set don't slop I'm kind of cosmic like Vernon I rap around the mic like Fuzzy And like Starchild and Grady I grab the funk by the neck and
Godfather, but I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want
this I guess you could say this crazy vato is used to it Making all you little fucking levas bite the bullet Bite the bullet I said motherfucker Bite
I used to make Remakes I watch, your crew'll imitate Motivate still skills to pay bills Creative sauce, watch out, I'm your boss On Panasonic like Steve
wrappin' this mail Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check And if I hurt her feelings
I would never bite my niggas or hide my niggas, just continue writin' my niggas, you're all my life/ My niggas, I love my niggas/ I could do it all alone
you You ruin my day You're wrecking my night I'm biting my lips Because I'm ready to fight I'm gonna sharpen my spikes I'm gonna strap on my boots I
all the poodles run to my house for the Funky Cold Medina You know what I'm sayin'? I got every dog in my neighborhood breakin' down' my door I got
tender ballad entitled simply I hold your hand in mine. I hold your hand in mine, dear, I press it to my lips. I take a healthy bite From your dainty
hurts when I bite my tongue With my teeth now it's three years later And I still cant speak I got every sneaker But I still cant sneak A peek so I'm
I'm like - Damn! I wish I was in the bucket To be with 6 niggaz with the ho' and I can fuck it So I told de ho' I was with that I'm goin' to de snack
