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

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

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

Uh, Delivering the goods You better watch out and hold on tight We're heading your way like dynamite Feeling like we're, ready to kick tonight No hesitating, my bodies aching Looking for some action, satisfaction all right Charging, vein faced, as active

But I don't mind No I don't mind (I don't mind I don't I don't mind) Beautiful monster Beautiful monster (beautiful monster) No I don't mind I don't I don't mind In fact I like it Though I'm terrified She's a monster (she's a monster) And I need her (and

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

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

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

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always

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'