She doesn't know she's got it And that's what's a gettin' to me She doesn't know how bad I want it On Friday night when I see her out Even in a crowd she's hard to miss There ain't a man breathing air Who wouldn't stop and stare And the best part is..

What these bitches want from a nigga? Want from meeeee, want from me What you want from me? Want from me I gave it all I got, I won't let you get the best of me, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin On the corner with niggas

My baby, she's into everything I wanna do. So, what you wanna do? (You and me, sitting in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G) She'll do every naughty thing I want My baby, she's up for anything I wanna do. She's a giver and it gets her off. If it was on TV, or ever

Cause its all...goin on...in my life Cause its all (Growl)...goin on...in my life Earl Simmons, AKA The Dawg (what!), gettin down for real and goin hard This is my life and ima live how i want to live it motherfuckers want to fuckin come and get it

You don't get it (get it, get it, get it) I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fucking care I don't know what I know But I know where it's at Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back Is it the world I'm living in? I'm sorry Mr.

Never wanting more so I die where I dig I get what I give, so I'll die where I dig Bound with iron chain, solitary feed me to the grey We dig fields of apathy, excavating endless burial mounds Heavy lies the ground I get what I give, so I die where I dig

Our love was made to rule the world Forget forever You came and broke the perfect girl Forget you ever You left me wanting what we were Knew my name, my name, my name, my name I told, I told, I told myself again I'm never running back on what I said

Good girls get their kicks after six (She needs it bad, real real bad) She wants what she never had All the things that make a good girl bad She gets her kicks after six But every night She can hardly wait It feels alright To give it all away

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

You say you're livin' on the edge and I think you're hangin' from a ledge Too scared to hold the hand that wants to help you up Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son She's at home and she's been praying