my hand And my hands sprung a leak And I've lost my feet in the sand And I can't keep everything From slipping through my hands And I can't complain '
go to bed, and Didn't wait up Don't wait up for me tonight I won't be home until tomorrow Don't wait up (I won't be there) Don't wait up It's not over
catch me in the nude like a Samantha Fox Listen dude but I got dollars and cents You don't gotta promise me to pay my rent, I got that Catch me a drop
But, ain't nothing worse than a black woman scorned I move with integrity, it's hard being a celebrity And loving you is like a gift and a curse You ain't
If it ain't about my paper (Paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) 'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (My business) So you can kill
, what, what would I do?) If, like my people said, "I left it to you" (Tell me what, what, what would I do?) If I didn't try a verse, if I didn't rhyme
from the Derby, I can tell whenever you perform A leopard can't change it's spots) But I'm a fucking unicorn (Whatever man) Look, you can't stop me,
repeat] Me and you come over, we do it like the cha-cha, just like we at the Cop-a, Ca-bang-a (uh-huh) [Pos] For all my niggaz runnin around like the
I don't get money from rhyming that's a fateful day I might have to take it back to the kitchen like Rachel Ray I don't put no work in with bitches, I
yo I hold my gun down like Chow-Yun Fat, when in combat Light the bitch niggaz off the map, like Comet Righteous islamic gettin' nasty like trauma Spit out like a
} Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus [2x] [Hook: 2x] Can I rip it? (Yes you can!) Can I rip it? (Yes you can!) Can I rip
road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin to get home Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone You can't
who keeps a floss game like Fox and Pretty In Kennedy with twenty Louie's like Akeim and Simmi No, nobody grinning, don't take it as rude I was a little
like I wanna go Can't take this no more I want my life like it was before My life so raw Love you Ant but I can't write no more [Ron Isley] Ohhh come
I don't get money from rhyming that's a fateful day I might have to take it back to the kitchen like Rachel Ray I don't put no work in with bitches,
you up like a virgin More competitors change to challenger You need to talk into a mic with a silencer My defeat is like a mission impossible My brain
, you try to act like you can't see the receipt Walkin up the block with Vivica Fox type girlfriends Jockin a seventy-year-old man, in a mansion with a
