I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home Mama called about the paper turns out they wrote about me Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me So many people should have seen what we got going on I only wanna put my heart and my life

Ain't enough (ain't enough) Sauce it up (sauce it up) Do too much (do too much) Where you from? (Where you from?) Goin' nuts (yeah) Sauce it up, ayy Throw it up (throw that shit up) Throw it up (throw it up)

Like Lamborghini doors We, we're going up Dreaming of things we can't afford But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh They gon' love me, they gon' love me now I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now I bet they say, "He put his

Ride slow (Ayy) Ride slow, like a ghost I'm pullin' up at 3 This car just ain't the same without you here next to me All I wanna do is ride slow (Ayy) We been goin' back and forth, you think I only want sex Of course I want it, look at you but that ain't

You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load And you gotta keep goin' down the long black road They used to tell me boy you ain't goin' nowhere With your cheap guitar and your big long hair You gotta realize all your responsibilities You gotta

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way. Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home! A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got me doin' what you want me to, baby why ya' wanna let go You got me runnin', you got me hidin' You got me run, hide, hide, run, any way you wanna let it roll I'm goin' up, I'm goin' down I'm goin' up, down, down, up, any way you

Don’t make my goons go stupid Yeah my homies still Go stupid, go stupid, yeah My homies still Look, i’m eastside them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass, muthafuckas going deaf Man, fuck ya'll with a sick dick, semi automatic no click

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the