Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch I'm just playing, but I'm saying I'm just playing, I'm saying As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh Regina Belle,

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali) When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap

Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin' out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the

It ain't never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Check it up, check it up now That I ain't givin' it up to nobody but you (I ain't givin' it up to nobody) Can't get enough of the things that you do Huh, check it

Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Good evenin' ladies and

To give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers As we proceed Get live motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers Get live motherfuckers Get high motherfuckers Ready to die motherfuckers As we proceed (Who shot ya?)

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Yeah, mothafuckas better know I'm a bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self

C'mon she almost there push c'mon C'mon c'mon push it's almost there One more time c'mon C'mon push baby one more time Harder harder push harder Push push c'mon One more time here it goes