That's my prerogative Everybody's talking all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why) I don't need permission, make my own decisions (That's my prerogative) It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on And now they wanna get it in on the balcony Getcha roll on, getcha roll on I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you hold on? Just make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on 'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a

You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see It's the place to be (To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (Let my angel sing) To live and die in L.A. What everybody wanna see yeah “Street Science, you’re on the

Is it ever gonna be enough I remember when we we're gambling to win Everybody else said better luck next time I don't wanna bend, let the bad girls bend I just wanna be your friend More and more, more and more, more and more and more and more All the

Just starin' out that window, watching the world go 'round And I seen all them old sad faces Everybody singing that same old song And I don't wanna be caught 'round here when that Judgement Day comes down Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you Is somebody to you (Yeah you!) Look at me now, I'm falling I can't even talk, still stuttering Everybody's trying to be a billionaire But every time I look at you I just don't care

La la la la la You make me wanna sing, another love song La la la la You make me wanna sing Loud enough for everybody to hear And it started from the day you appeared Oh, I'mma sing it again say Ain't got no game But, ain't got no shame babe

Everybody wanna steal my girl Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me Everybody wanna take her heart away Na na na na na na Alright (alright) Na na na na na na (alright) Na na na na na na (oh, yeah) Na na, she

We want the funk Bitch where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta Black man taking no losses Everybody wanna cut the legs off him (Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it) Everybody wanna cut the legs