And why you can't get up off my back? Got me looking for a new dude When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more And I can take a lot of shit, but I won't take that Got a lot on my mind I'm thinking I'm needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn

When the pressure's building for a great white hope And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole Can you go back on your own word? See the way we all run When we know it all off by heart Do you give up things you love? Why don't you tell me What

Wherever I roam This piece of home I think of all That you stand for When I'm far away And I can't get through Keeps bringing me back to you Holding on to hope There's no need to fear

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

Now that Macky's back in town Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to

You'll try and come back when you famous Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side Yes, I'm hurting, yes, I'm jaded (jaded) You wanna hit me up when you make it (Back around, back around) You wanna get with me, stop (playin') Leaving me (leavin' me)

I'll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door Don't wait or say a single vow And they said, "speak now" I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion Who should be marryin' the wrong girl Don't say yes,

Popping, stopping, hopping like a rabbit When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinking wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told