me And I swear that he looks out for me And I swear that he's good, good, good La, la, la, the picture I view La, la, la, the picture I view All my
looks after me And I swear that he looks out for me And I swear that he's good, good, good La, la, la, the picture I view La, la, la, the picture I view
'em But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world
Well I thought about it Well I didn't think twice No room left in my life for you What did your world come to? But thank ya, 'cuz I made it through
that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up in this building and you know that i'ma hit them and i do it how i do it now i gotta get them BbboooooooooohhhhhH
How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The
alley and I got stuck I got more rolls than a pastry truck When I'm all done eating, I eat a little more When I leave a room, first I gotta grease the
you I can't believe this dream came true Chorus The more I see you the more I love you The more I think of you the more I want to be with you Quero
' forth to carry me home I looked up on Jordan and what did I see Comin? forth to carry me home What did I see Comin' forth to carry me home Listen
I see you winding and grinding up on that floor I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know I wanna love you, you already know I wanna love
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck
comes up to him Hands him an old, rusty Polaroid It starts crumbling in his hands He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture This is no picture, this
on Sunday I, I see some hoes in her And I, I see some hoes in her I, I see some hoes in her And I, I see some hoes in her I, I see some hoes in her
, that's what he's puffin' on His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls His jeans hang loose and low So his [Incomprehensible] he can be comfortable I
store, or get a job and blow Why should I love ya? Why should I kiss ya? Gang of cats banged ya, thats why I diss ya I'mma paint a picture didn't dem
a hot one BPV, the bottom to top dun I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make
left here to blur the view And now I know I've got to find This picture frozen in my mind and have a life I never knew But I feel my world coming back