together And the dreams I should have chased Mama don't come no more Mama won't come no more (6x) Can't sleep, can't think, can't cry, can't scream, can't
inside Half of y'all ain't got a car to put leather inside Plus, the smaller the rim, the better the ride! Suckers talk, but I never reply Don't hate,
me (like me) (noooooooohhh)( oh oh oh oh oh) (verse 2)(Lloyd) Hustling' is hard work, Gotta really want it, dedicated my life tryin' to get it, Oh stay true to yourself don't
you bouncing off the walls It's got you drunk enough to fall (Oh oh) Hollywood just look in the mirror And tell me you like, don't you, don't you like
dance floor Mad 'cause I can't get with ya To just show me how to dance I may not wanna get low So I post it up kinda like a playa do But if you come
my clothes come fitted, the Lids store This summer you can catch me on a big tour I'm high grade, I think they need to quiz more And let me get with you, don't
come back to your own you go out wanderin every night you act a fool it just ain't right. I'll tell ya what well theres just one thing that pop don't
I see it and my glasses on But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money
in my world Do or die, baby, I ain't kidding you I don't wanna be your distant man Tellin' me I don't do enough for plans I really can't afford to let
to come be with me You?re the only one I wanna talk to But I don't wanna rush I?m here, when will you make your move? I see you eyein' me I want cha, why don't cha come
something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let's get crunk Baby don't play
is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for bruisin' Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away I don't
scama Word to my mama Can't deal with the trama That why a nigga stay in the Bahamas Laying in pajamas Two sexy mamas Bodyguards, topguns, two extra lamas I don't
hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd
can have for years Hey Mama, won't you come here to Papa? You don't like the way your tata's lookin' at Shada? In a 600 ain't no smokin' cigada Come