beside me She gave me a mirror When I looked in it I saw I was her This made me forget that I was Driving at night with my wife She's so beautiful the
back to the surface Clarify my empty elephant of some beautiful death It's time to get to know the article you'll be stripping Ladies of the spread You better keep my
-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and Opens its eyes to the ladies of the spread She took me home and spit in my drink She spoke of
my soul Don't you spoil my sweet charade I get high on the girl For me she was clearly made I don't need no destination 'Cause my baby saving me She
's tryin' to get filthy rich Off of somebody else's money Grandma worked her whole life Sewin' at a shirt factory She was savin' for retirement She had
, huh I can't use the phone That was late too, couldn't get a dial tone Got snow on my TV, no more cable Gotta use my straits, keepin' food on my table My
I can't use the phone That was late too, couldn't get a dial tone Got snow on my TV, no mo' cable Gotta use my strats, keepin' food on my table My car
party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G shit I put my back to the wall And felt my pistol
me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste
was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight She was
she go right there, man Yeah, I'm break her off somethin' proper I'ma represent, check it out Now although your friends warned you 'bout us Westside macks Girl, you was
I was E Straddled her legs across me Ripped off her blouse pushed her breast against my face Started gyratin' her waist Sounds fly like a hype sex thriller? But see she
for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit
to rock the world First prize was a virgin young girl For four days I was up on the mic All sucker MC's were on the bite Bittin' my rhymes, stealin' my
ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream. When you was
table T-lady my momma up in tears, should i take em to trial play wit my life, my name Boosie Badazz im wrong an im wright,dey got me on my dvd's smokin
act classy, ask for a glass, please Grab a glass and get what? Ask for some bubble so I can get 'em all wet I said I don't want trouble but she said wanna get busy 'Cause she