Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Are you gonna take me home tonight? Ah, down beside that red firelight You make the rockin' world go 'round Hey I was just a skinny lad Never

It's an illusion Can't believe what you hear Don't believe what you read Here and gone in a day Not what it seems this American dream Just drifting away After all that we've seem A complete waste of time Just a nursery rhyme

And hold my hand, and moan again, I'ma hold that ass You the it girl, hey hey, my inspiration My compass spinnin', baby, it's the right destination, oh I got treasure to hide, so let's keep it from the strangers, hey Your waves, they wash all over me

Don’t let don’t let don’t let don’t let go Somebody call the doctor Somebody call the doctor doctor (doctor) Don’t let me overdose, don’t let me overdose I took your love, think I took too much I took it all, but it’s not enough Hold me tight, I’m coming

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah I will not let you go So come on love(come on, come on, come all and go) If you could see me whoever I am, it's not like a movie but it's not all skin and bones How you lost your mind and your wrist got bruised And you wanted

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body I got sexy ladies all over the floor You're talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now I'm back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more (Slow down

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette,

Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin' Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin' from a California state penitentiary (Let me out this motherfucker) We got over two million motherfuckers locked up (Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin' Now how many MC's must get