' people and credit card fraud Were tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin' Don't blink and don't think were soft
music biz And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cooking soft, or selling bricks He
crack addict I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take
many that she had choose Do me, pursue me, twice as nice but don't refuse Leaving her breathless as the sweat poured on The spot that I was in was so soft
her first yeah Loaded up the 44 yo Then I straight smoked the ho' 'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure I was soft and she thank me coughed
out like a paper sack This brother ain't Sprung On The Cat What about all the old homies? I got paid so they call me phony But I refuse to lay it low,
meet I guess we goin' 'Deep Cover', you still got the hunger For the Chocolate Boy Wonder, back to the 'Days of Thunder' Thighs and light eyes, caramel surprise Soft
man, I'm not the only brother At the airport, needin' a lift off Was a agent 'til I was caught and brought To an unfair court, pleadin' the fifth Soft
brother's comin he ain't far behind Somebody tell me how I ended up like this I wait for God to give me strength, i'ma fight this I refuse to bend down
, take that Bitch, I know you hate that, hate that You can't do nothin' about it You know damn well what I got back at the house And I refuse to loose
Havana Dreams of a love I hadn?t the strength to refuse Darling, the sand is in my shoes Deep in my veins the sensuous strains Of the soft guitar, deep
Why does she sing these sad songs for me I'm not the one to tenderly bring her soft sympathy I've just begun to see my way clear, it's plain if I stop
's comin' he ain't far behind Somebody tell me how I ended up like this I wait for God to give me strength, I'm a fight this I refuse to bend down 'cuz
, drunk as can be, it's plain' to see That we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes claimin' that they ride rough But they soft as they cushion, they softer than
I need you I don't need no covered kisses for company I don't want no washed up dishes soft soaping me I don't need no other fella, honey I refuse Tell
's happening inside of me I refuse to fight you anymore All I know is I have to make sure Make sure you never wake up again Soft flesh gives way to trembling
she takes a bus Over to the north side of the city She goes to work stripping for the rich white men All the words they give her Make her feel so soft