you mine Tha signs of tha times, I can see em all comin I dont wanna be left up in this land without my woman Dummy I am not...but stupid I may be But
I walk with my killas You will never have a woman Head as long as I'm the dealer What you fella (uh) You sure you want some I run wit' slum, cats play
I Hope My Woman And My Young Get The Best Of Me Coz I Need A Little Love Man, I Need A Little Trust I Need A Little Bud Man I Need A Little Us Sometimes
I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay I pop champ like its my b day, force power Under my hood like its
of that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie
I'm the king of the city where I reside I wouldn't and couldn't do it without my woman on my side Sometimes I got it figured out, sometimes I'm confused
grain and pimp the lane (pimp the lane) I really miss Robert Davis I'm reppin for ya baby leave these niggaz on the pavement [Chorus: Pimp C] I got
Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke When my trunk steady hummin' Had to leave my bitch 'Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman. I love my wood wheel
that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie
drama start, yo i cant live with em cant live with out em but once i hit em i kno that i got em, sippin don p and dat cyrstol rose mowet neck got u takin
God is what my pops told me So if I fall, could the choir catch me I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord