em up in my crib, the real is back [Chorus] [Verse 2] Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster Off white substance side n it aint pasta d-n right
Lets get on this Rose 72 hours straight do it like Alpo did it back in 88 step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you
em up in my crib, the real is back [Chorus] [Verse 2] Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster Off white substance side n it aint pasta Damn right
comin? to get you girl That's right, that's right, it's on tonight You're just my type, you're what I like I bring that heat, you heard me right Everywhere
m gone That keeps me turning home I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights Takes me back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers packed real
'll take you home No need to pack a bag Who put your life in the danger zone? You running dropping like a rolling stone No need to pack a bag You just
cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now but I gotta make sure I'm right and girl you damn right, if your head right I'll be there
for war (They want me back in) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Niggas want me back in)
Yo what's up man? Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man
hear the brothers lie Talkin' about how down you was Then the next week the back on the street They cold, forgot ya cuz, don't wanna see ya on your back
quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your niggas Cause that's right
loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her know Right
quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Watch your back with your niggas Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Cause that's right
fly crash the Limo back seats Lookin' in the faces of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions, I throw the words back
do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I
5 years a nigga that'll fuck you and tape you and show it to your face, boo Not behind your back And let you see how you gettin' murdered from the back
me Now I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna
Why? Oh, why? Gave you several years of my life And it just ain't right What's your perception of love Now, how many times did we say it was over? And