Letras:
Good Luck Contact

I'm concentrating very intently, and my gaze is fixed but the images are blurry And I cover each eye alternatively to see them shuffle through the frame

contact With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with? You see me on the street, you always act surprised You say, "How are you? Good

These bitches ain't shit, man." "I know that's right." "It always be those freaks though you fall in love with, man." "Aw, they be havin' good-ass pussy

I run my own company Somebody call me, my number's unlisted Some stories are straight and others come twisted Women's intuition and young gals luck

swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of scary niggas Who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact

re lookin' good shorty, Good, sure 'nuff good enough for me You're lookin' good shorty, Good, sure 'nuff good enough for me You're lookin' good shorty, Good, sure 'nuff good

, doesn't it? "Your drive today is Edward, he's drunk and hooked on crack The man sitting next to you has a loaded nine-millimeter Good luck, folks!", "

don't try to play that role let's get real and hit the sack it ain't all like that you know...we keep in contact let me take control... just relax {

my friends that ran, as fast as they could Just like little bitches and it wasn't understood They came in the room saying get well good luck I told them