I don't know what I'm gonna do If I don't get enough of you If I don't get enough of you I don't act like I should If I don't get enough of you It's
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I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks It's Friday
me Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room
ask me she can hold a G Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it Used to be N Luv With My Money,
the craziest My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff You get rushed, you get bust You call yourself callin' my bluff, enoughs enough I'
I'm bubbling mine If we don't get him now then we will in due time I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes I get caught then my mind's
let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas
you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (Maybe I'm selfish) I can't, let you, let you (I want you
on? 'Cause you ain't drunk, hoe, you ain't drunk, hoe You ain't ridin?, you ain't live, you ain't drunk, hoe I say, what you been drankin on? I was
fresh MC, that will knock you down? I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose You take a subject, and then you
back" Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you I don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake I'm on you boy, yeah, you
mines When I'm in Houston you be treatin me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
Ain't real without a doubt You burn it out Movin' you niggas Provin' you niggas I ruin you niggas I'm cruisin' you niggas Doin' you niggas, don't do
to my little friend Don't fuck with me You stupid fuck You die motherfucker Say hello to my little friend (gunshots) I'll take you all to fuckin hell! (gunshots) Don't
about life And if it's right and right on time I guess if you don't jump You'll never know if you can fly You said, "I wouldn't get too far On a tank
pouch of chew If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly We'll shoot the rabbits with my .22 I don't wanna go to Paris I get enough French Will my fries
t listen to me? I doubt it But if I tell the crowd say it loud they gon' shout it If I put my tape on the shelf you gon' buy it And if I tell a bitch