me to grab you by your neck I can tell it make you wet Ooo girl it ain't workin unless you sweatin (nowww) Brought you back girl Arch your back girl
of your days here And give you pleasure in so many ways, dear And finally you have found something perfect And finally you have found Here we go Do
six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty For these vicious acts, she should be punished to the fullest Extent of the law Pardon me your honor
don't feel bad It was done beneath the flag of democracy You'll believe and I do, yes, I do, yes, I do Yes, I do, yes, I do, yes, I do, oh These days
A sense of duty was my one intention And an ugly beauty was my own invention Pride build on your refusal And I refuse to need your approval Too many
cold baby Keep young and beautiful It's your duty to be beautiful Keep young and beautiful If you want to be loved Don't fail to do your stuff With
what daddy gave you, son Go on and show me that you know how to use it And do your duty And get on the floor Don't make a fuss, just do it Look out
dip up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together Because now you gots to ride out bitch Oh 'Cris, can you do
work, with your wet T-shirt Bitch you gotta shake it till your camel starts to hurt Say the heals on your feet or the strap around your ankle Call that
comando, i'm goin all balls out, pause, so the fans can applaude never take a break so i'm always on call, my duty is to do this when i do it i be killin
, Too Short, the Oakland player I'm not one of them niggaz who don't care? It's no thang to do my duty But not with you and your flat booty In the Berkley
t wanna fuck So get on, girl, won't you mind your own? I'm tryin' to sleep, so just leave me alone Next time I see you, I do my duty But tonight, I got
it up But young women like you with your big round butts Blind girls driving down the street called, "Love" Chasing that man, who really can't stand Seeing your
You ain't got no shit for me, fool My mama and your mama was talkin' a little shit My mama called your mama a bulldaggin' ass bitch I know your sister
I ask you, why? Chorus: Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry Why do thugs die, 'cause it's insane Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry Why do
] What the fuck yall think this here 1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it It's money here The hoe better to do it Everybody on dat I smell weed I
So I'll keep on working for the benefits And I'll keep on drinking I'll keep believing in my life When the pity spins your mind, Darkness fills your
hurry up and you could even shoot me But if your girls lettin' off then it's my duty I ain't tryna keep your wifey truthly But it ain't my fault your
