They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin' on, and on, and on Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me Brian and Tony gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on Hey Hey sexy lady, I like your flow Your body's bangin', out of control (uh) You

Twenty four karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Put your pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up) Why you mad, fix ya

Hey hey hey hey hey Hey Hey hey hey yeah Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes Look me in my brand new eye It's all in your head It's all in my head I feel safe Insane am I the only motherfucker with a brain? I'm hearing voices but all they do is complain How many times have you

(All the girls like) I know what boys like I know what they want All the girls like I could make a honey give away her last rolo They want that good thing They wanna get some So go ahead and prove me right That's what girls like

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance

On my mind, on my mind Soul shadows on my mind They left them soul shadows all on my mind San Francisco morning coming clear and cold Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief He said, musics real, the rest is