Letras:
Contact With The Real

Would Hurt Hurt So Much But I Kept On Going Ignoring Ignoring The Pain As I Sat With Blood Pouring Down My Nose And Nose And Throat I Lost Contact Contact

your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though Bad bitch phat backs green contacts Real

contact here, senor Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field And a gypsy with

with a crush that'a trip Still he can't stop me from having day dreams Tonging you down with vanilla ice cream Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight Searching your body with

fists if you're with me. Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah! Pump your fists up if you're with me. Let us be victorious, be victorious

And don't have my cash, then I'm hurtin' you Got a business gun wit industry bullets When it hit you, motherfucker, guaranteed it be jerkin' you Rings is so my contact

I *** with Chad, I *** with Todd Bein' trill ***, baby, this our *** job I can meet her today, be in love by tonight You can bet by tomorrow she'll be traffickin' white She wanna *** with

with me baby You feel the same way as me? I hope you're not a bluff, 'cos I need you baby Do you feel the same way as me? Ohh yea Invisible contact

instigatin' I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in your Satan Comin' in blastin', with no maskin', niggas askin' "How he lastin'?" Jewels, with