a napkin out Wipe your sweaty brow Hail a dirty cab Stinks of beer and shags Can?t get home too soon Chorus I don?t need a reason To take a little
Take a napkin out Wipe your sweaty brow Hail a dirty cab Stinks of beer and shags Can?t get home too soon Chorus I don?t need a reason To take a little
they don't know you like I do They don't now you like I do They don't now you like I do They don't now you like I do There's a difference from me to
Because they don't know you like I do They don't know you like I do They don't know you like I do They don't know you like I do There's a difference
For the ghetto media, don't let the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is
feet on the ground I'm just a girl with my head going round I feel so sad Something unsettling out of my skin I don't know the reason or where to begin
vous (What?) Yeah bitch you caught now So don't even try to give me that shit you thought how it wasn't you who I saw now (No it wasn't) You trifling
better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a
Puts a whole new spin on radio head/Radiohead They got a thousand plays a week and we selling the same units (uh) Put they best rep up, they couldn't
lockin' us We on a mission, not a small time thing I'm addicted to the cash like The crack head is a fiend to the crack But I ain't into doin' no drugs
, they chokin' off they throw up Can't even see straight, leanin' like they need V8 Nigga call A G eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it
I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' 'bout, what's the reasons
everything I haven't slept since I woke up And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker This is the end of everything You are the end of everything Shallow skin
gums but don't want none Because of these hot ones that explode on contact A manic that's prepared to die in combat Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced Don't
the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow? Don't you know, how the money flow? Don't you know, how the money flow? Don't you know, how we do
It slows down all the madness like a shield I don't know why I need to understand it I don't know if there's anyone who cares I don't know how or why
Don't know if her friends saw my face in the light Or if they saw her put up a fight I need to believe That she needed me But I don't know But I do know
, you're a singing machine get out there and be seen, you're lean and clean, you're barely nineteen, you're a singing machine it doesn't matter what you look like, doesn't
