don't love me any- -More (oo-oo-oohoow) And it's starting to show It feels like you don't love me anymore The mercury's reaching a new low Falling
chicks simple Wit' a big dimple real down to earth Not stuck up there for they man Know when I need her she got a big booty like the cute girl Anita Low
creep back in (yeah) I zone out on (yeah) Remember whens' Cab cuts through and I hop on in Just drive man, drive Is all I say to him Oh
put up a fight? was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another man's treasure one man's pain is another man's pleasure
and I Cant last forever Let's make it last forever Let's make it last forever Let's make it last forever Let's make it last for... Let's make it last
* strictly best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois [Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen
'em, But they only pretend They wanna be with that man in the V.I. They don't wanna stand in line You outta your mind? That other player's got cash,
on this record Yaknahmsayin'? Man go ahead and kick it man Let the people know what's happenin' man You know brothers out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] ooohh, that's what I'm talkin' about Ice Berg, 2006, remember this [Chorus:] Go Ice man Walking in the rain with the people that
other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to Beats for the hoodlums Somebody's gotta do'em Fed's screw 'em Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
love (There's a limit, there's a limit...there's a limit, there's a limit) There's a limit to my love (There's a limit, there's a limit...there's a limit
jeez Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception Everyone of his majesty's swim partys is pageantrys Cannon ball of the diving board when i am bored All my hommies GD's
Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump real low key Sounded
play the game how it go I ain't in the game still Imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so
play the game how it go I ain't in the game still imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so
scream, 'til your lungs get sore Ow, it's star time, this man is made He's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well
girl, because (She's so, fly) [T.I.] Look at shorty hoppin out that Maserati In them Giuseppe Zanotti's and that bangin ass body In them low cut Frankie B.'s