having my baby) And I want you to wait ?cause I?m always waiting, oh (Having my baby) It?s a complex affair, this life we live I could do my wrongs,
P.D., Freaky-G The whole world wanna be rappin' with me I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex Babies havin' babies generation X With the AIDS epidemic
Freaky G The whole world wanna be ridin with me I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex Babies havin babies, Generation X With the AIDS epidemic, we ain
and now I'm havin' big fun My baby's mother just had my first son May eleven, I never will forget the day A star's born, let's name him little scarface My
Beanie Siegel] Facemob! Yeah B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts I am hell for real
a baby what the fuck it gon look like? Man, lemme go upstairs to my room [chorus] Life in L.A. is so insane everyday feels the same Spent all my
baby I miss touchin on you I miss touching on you baby I can't stop thinki about (you) I can't stop thinkin about you girl I can't stop thinkin about
You're my, you're my You're my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby You're my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Yeah, yeah, oh, oh It was the summer 2001, all before
Nigga, the century's turnin' and I went out of patience You think you hard, that .44 blast It clouds your concentration Again, think about it, before my
my spot Go earn a war on your block If I just came to lay my name down, I work a hard shift Show my talents to the world and expose my God gift I was
hoe's You supposed to be a virgin 'til you marry But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby Babies havin' babies Rappers like me always disrespectin
parlay and sometimes if we party Gettin my dick licked twice And death to a trick's life, we can pursue this 'til my shit's right Went from havin fantasies, to havin
the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin money in the ghetto I got money baby, just tell me the price 'Cause Short Dog ain't nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my
in Oakland, California every day of my life Bass so hard, you think I'm smokin' a pipe And if I don't smoke it, I gots to grind Searched all my stuff
you don't think my story's amazin I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this opportunity
all time She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime Now I'm, under pressure to impress her I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin grab
