it has been, ever since, ah When you want me to come (Holla) When you want me to come (Call me) When you want me to come (I'll be around) (When you
Shanell] Young Money we rockstars, So fuck wit' ya Magnum on, And hold on we go long, You feel that? We get that, We in that, we run that, we bus' back
you when you stole my pride? Did you ever get the feeling that someone died? Hide away in your ivory tower And cover me in your golden shower Did I
that much pain That was lame You a lame Yo mama Say what Nothin' Verse 5- But ye come here girl lemme give you some McLovin I'm feeling you a lot you
high Yo if you look up in the sky You might see us floating by Hey this is no lie Me and my niggas gettin high Yo if you look up in the sky You might
Psst, hey, I bet you Thought the record was over, didn't you? Put one in there like you did For me last time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy
voices humming] [Petey Pablo - talking] Y'all ready .. Y'all ready .. Y'all ready .. [Verse 1 - Petey Pablo] One of the illest rhymers that ever came
Yeah I seen 'em come through here a couple times I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you know what I'm sayin' But that shit you don't talk that huh? That shit
? I got out of prison and got a major record deal, didn't I? You didn't believe me, did ya? Ya know, I know you didn't you probably decided That I'd
When I see you again I'ma cuss you out, biatch! That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit I wont sue you, but that's the trademark I was
It ain't yo' fault, did you do that? You think yo' ex-bitch, gon' ever take you back? Hell naw, you still thinkin' you a player You only got one girl, you
if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you All that shit niggas talking
you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P You're just a big freak, you better not complain When you hear these cocktails and you hear your name If you
nigga) You like that shit? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga You a fool (Tore his ass up) Banks you a fool for that (Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn
And if it ain't like that then I forget ya I know you're just a freak, hoe you're so nasty That's why you're stairin' when you walk like pass me Bitch, now you
play that You wanna run your mouth, you get pimp-slapped And you ask me just how I feel Short Dog's living way too real I'm living way too real, bitch Short Dog
you You just make up things, you're on an ego trip And you're fronting like you're down, you're not the first real rapper From the Oakland town, you'