the one that'll do me right, who keep me cummin all through the night, ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees, fuck me, suck me, but nigga please
l sumthin' Lookin' for the one that'll do me right Who keep me cummin' all through the night Ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees Fuck me, suck me
me when I live street and she lives neat I love raising conscience but There's jus too much violence I can't stand no nonsense Book me, watch me, hear me, pay me
it You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it You get the gloves bitch! Yeah, since I seen the queen of green on the screen So I stepped up to her
is if it is I could give a shit Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual Ego's aside 'fore I bruise 'em all Swallow your pride 'fore I step on
' up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me Playa phony niggas be buggin'
on the run Caribbean Queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run She is the queen My Caribbean Queen
sugar on me, oh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me, get it, come get it Pour your sugar on me, ooh Pour some sugar on me, yeah Sugar me
say. Just let me lie down a while and I'll be on my way. I was no more than a kid when you put me on the southern queen. With the police on my back
back in my younger days Following my heart I fell in love at seventh grade Late nite on the phone quality time king Malco movie screens she was my queen
clique strapped up i aint never bump like this before say fuck gucci and im kickin down yo mama door the step child of hip hop u can call me gangsta
really on the dicks Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks But no! You'd rather feel my movie just to cold me So I was boning mama and your mother fucking told me
no DJ's cutting No B-Boys, no B-Girls, No Grafitti, No nothing If Hip Hop was never born? let me make this clear just the thought of it definitely brings me
rhyme A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC I told him, "Be careful who you be." He said, "I'ma just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see. But you
me I'm a G, I'm a G Still on the run but only run from the cops though Mad, 'cause my records bang from here to El Paso, yes Excuse me, let me get by
drop The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on
of the Starks regime? Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo is pounding my queen Yo, I'ma kill ya, hold on cuz Baby, let me explain, you overreacting
'round pots and Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book Biting on a pen, thin glasses on