Damn your eyes For taking my breath away For making me wanna stay For getting my hopes up high For making me fall in love again 'Cause with that look I know so well I fall completely under your spell I can do what I want I'm in complete control

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for

Heheh! Heh! Yeah! Get him now. 'Ey, Cube! Cube, bwoy! What, what? Whattup? Get your ass UP! Aiii... Ohh, shit!

Quarter notes and Hank's half time Are poundin' on this heart of mine Song to song, I pass my time With these speakers on ten Your good and gone keeps me up all night Along with Songs In The Key Of Life I'm either gonna get over you Or I'm gonna blow out

I am the God Nigga, I am the God Granada I'm falling under your spell You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down Underground how I came out

Strike a match and set me on fire Watch it burn and flames getting higher You light me up, sweet old desire So won’t you come close to my fire? Close to my fire Ain’t no need to tell me why Baby, it’s cold when you’re gone Don’t make me wait, wait too

I said you are Said baby you're the greatest Of all time the greatest So won't you hit my line You're still on my mind Said I ain't seen your ass in a couple months But if you want it baby you can get you some And all that conflict, we can work out So

Like a vision standin' there, Lips poutin', a come-on stare, Come on, I thought I had your number, Workin' up an appetite for love, Don't let me die of hunger, Ain't ya got no heart, No compassion for your lover, When I get you on the floor, I find it's

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get a grip inside) From the day that I was born Sing a song for me, one from Let It Be Open up your eyes, get a grip of yourself inside (You betcha) Flash your pen at the song that I'm singin' Touch down bass livin' on the run Be my

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it