ya mind right (get ya mind right) What, Southsive for live Westcoast nigga... [Chorus] Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love Man
bit insane But she loves it just the same and me too They say love and insanity Are somewhat related, the way that they make us act But baby girl, the love
-what Flippin' the you-know-who, yeah, but he's so cute though!" Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse, than what's
the hood. Ain?t nothing changed still holly at my homiest. Oooo And when I hit the block I still will kill. And i don?t want to, nigger but i will if
i was gonna write you a love song but you screwed it all up playing games noow ya just a lame whos __ outta luck (crazy ass bitch) i almost wrote you a love
and tried to tell u how i felt but u kept on doing ur thing like u just didn't care time after time i told u that i wouldn't share but i guess u thought
should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (Uh, huh) Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks On the low but I know that he love
is mouses I sport ice, cost mo' than niggaz houses I'm nothing close to bein' fake I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago To get in this rap game, but
what and flippin at you know who, yeah but he's so cute though, yeah i prolly got a couple'a screws up in my head loose, but no worse than whats goin
kick my ass Too much time away, I lose my lease (New York love me) So good, so good (New York love me) Keep my head up (NY love me) NYC, I see (NY why
a less than G individual Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga Fuck all of my associates, but
take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but
take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but
my fuckin' head! "Fuck!, you heard what I just said!" Get outta my....fuckin'...head!..aight? My...fucking..head "that's right, my head too, my head
You cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me Please use ingenuity when you doing me Damn you, jazzin' blues with you matching handbag an' shoes Pretty legs but
fuckin her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but
you wanna see my true portions, screw bossin Kill you like Mike pop for new Jordans Come through flossin, jail aint nothin for me I got cake baby, bail aint nothin
[GIGI] They are not nice, they're mostly noise They swear like men, they screw like boys I know there's nothing in their hearts But every time I take
