Rrrah, uhh, bitch! It's radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long

It's so cold, it's so cold And it hurts like heaven Still I won't let go You, ooh, ooh Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park Do you ever get the feeling That you're missing the mark? Written up in marker on a factory sign

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

What will become of me? I need you like I need satisfaction I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar Salam in this, channeled through

Bombastic Love So fantastic Where I'm completley yours and you are mine And It's gonna be exactly like in a movie When we fall in love for the first time I know we're gonna get, know we're gonna get get The fact that you and I should need I am here to

I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing game Guess what? (What?) I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate

What it do, Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, Matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at 'em nephew. Pronto, pronto you know it how we ball She dancin'

See when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh when they start Forty things we share The fact that we don't care They really fall apart, well fall apart Well I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't

All this drip on me (Pluto) Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah) Keep it on me like ID (Future) Ain't no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz) You can't control my temper (facts) I'll take your ho then pimp her (pimp