Chorus:] it's up to you ... no one can do the things you do.. you know it's up to you! no one can live your life for you! the day you give in, and they
[Chorus:] it's up to you ... no one can do the things you do.. you know it's up to you! no one can live your life for you! the day you give in, and
Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill Gettin' pussy's
, it's game time, Pinkie with the same shine, Big poetic canine You know I rep' this shit, I gots it tatted on my skin, If you fuckin' with my city, Then you
'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'm talkin' cookin' up that 'Slumdog Millionare' I like them fast girls, who like them fast cars Who rather sell it
my skin If you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin You know I rep' this shit I got my hands up on your chest Motherfuckers best believe it That you
afraid I'm falling like rain for you So tired, I'm picking skin Just 'cause it's something to do Poor girls and sad boys Dull roads to anywhere Bad sex
I heard she got the cooties If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the bed Spread it all out and
at It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin' Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn When it come to this shit, I ain'
aimin' uzis, at who dirty mackin' my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up
before I "Beat It" Conceded when she shake it but I like it like that Throw it at me even harder just to see me react See if it's wack, in fact see what
cheap While they trick as they dancin' in minks Hoe, you must be crazy I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy I want a quick feel, a cheap
at least" "It's really not that bad babe, it kinda looks like a heart stain, yeah artsy" She cracked a smile "I knew you was trouble when you saw me
no footballers So if you wanna bring it to me Let?s take it back I will defeat you Bun your cheap talk (pop, pop) What do you think i am? See me me
I'm lo jack' Just hold that I don't really like when she be callin her best friend Pull up on the lot in a black Benz I could smell it homie It's goin
my jacket Man, what are these, condoms? Uh uh, sex packets It's like a pill, you can either chew it up Or like an alka-seltzer, dissolve it in a cup
