Sometimes good intentions It’s all talktalk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

We all we got (She hold me down and the other way around) Yeah (Yeah) We gon' win and I put that on my life (Put that on my life) Diamonds everywhere, I put that on my wife (All on my wife) Handle that, go tell that bitch talk to me nice (Talk to me

This is side one Flip me over I know I'm not your favorite record The songs you grow to like never stick at first So I'm writing you a chorus 'Cause I'd never say no to you And there's no way to talk to you A rivalry goes so deep between me And this loss

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talktalk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talktalk, that lick

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin' Bite down, bite down It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin' Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin' I ain't even tryna talktalk 'cause my jaw keep lockin' She ain't tryna be a

To talk to God Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs

Go, go, go, go (Dance off) I challenge you to a dance off Get down the floor Get down the, get down the floor, go Get down the floor, do it Come on and get down the floor, go Hands off, no trash talktalk, no back walk

I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message

Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch you offending me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't bet

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you