She had my heart in her hand Sqeezed so tight, let it die I will die, this time, this time It's right where it needs to be And it's time to let you
I admit I have a tendency to jump and it's a shame you don't believe me when I say it's a sin for us to be divided so let me in let me in and I'll stay
movies in my jacuzzi, p-ssy juicy I never give a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm only asking you a question I met this milf at the allstar getting action a cougar with more rings than Phil
see three, baby She marks her calendar, we schedule every plan She knows when I'm coming, she's more than a fan She got my tour dates, she also got a
act so cruel The self brutality was, oh, so angular I made him a potion in a newspaper column Smile, gimme a shrug, said I was a fuck up Now I see your
tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star Nineteen, I got a
life I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man,
Lister] [King J.= Ice-T] [Savon = Ice Cube] [Raymond = Bruce A. Young] [Opening Dialogue: a quote from 1992 St. Louis Trespass Movie] [King James] Yo
in the sto' a nigga never get enough I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up And the twista
with me, she love me 'cause I'm gutta I like a lot about her though but still don't love her Still super cool though, yeah, she my luh buddy She be sharper than a
(shh) Put a hundred on my son flow a hundred on that pounds of blow a hundred on that marble flow So we higher than a bright light sunny day sunny night
shit, blisters Sticking to the script, movie star money And if you gassed up, I leave the car running I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker The peace
corner selling rock, preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight with a hunger for more than
corner selling rock Preachers pray to God Hail a Gypsy Cab Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight With a hunger for more than
of the day And every morning I look forward to me seeing your face I just need to see it some more Baby I'm the kind of guy who can appreciate a girl
from posin' tryin' to catch a G Gucci, Fendi, Louis, your man don't do that, do he? Now take the stage, the floor is yours come on let's make a movie
