The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

All I wanna do is end up with you (ooh, ooh) End up with you, end up with you Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you Get home and we're locked out Middle of the backyard laying down

All I wanna do is end up with you (ooh, ooh) End up with you, end up with you Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you Get home and we're locked out Middle of the backyard laying down

You've been bought, you've been sold You've been locked outside the door 'Cause you deep down want some more She's so good with her stiletto While she searches for the vein She cuts you once, she cuts you twice But still you believe The wound is so fresh

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh! For too long, for too long Oh yeah yeah 'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven Yeah you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven 'Cause your sex takes me to paradise Yeah your sex takes me to

If heaven is a place where the angels go, I locked you out, Left you naked in the front yard, Burned all of your clothes, Having nothing can be really hard, Now I'm on the run, I'd do it all again, So catch me if you can, Cause, I took your car,

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh! For too long, for too long Oh yeah yeah 'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven Yeah you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven 'Cause your sex takes me to paradise Yeah your sex takes me to

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

Do you remember when we first met? I sure do, it was some time in early September You were lazy about it, you made me wait around I was so crazy about you I didn't mind So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours It wasn't hard to find, you

Don't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it