Yeah check it This another one of those Ak shits youknowhatI'msayin? This right here's about a girl who wanna live in your house for free, without a J.O.B. Check it
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave YO
I'll make your head bloody red if you don't get out And if you scream and shout, I'll put the bandages on your mouth No livin for free on my couch And yo I ain't operatin, no type of Covenant House You get no help HERE, my name ain't wel-FARE Uh uh dear, take that bullshit else-WHERE Your ass gotta go if you don't got dough Call me what you want, woman, because you're just another hoe I know you'd probably make a good mother miss But I don't got no time to be bothered with no broke bitch Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts The Loveboat shape up and ship out and take everything you came with when you was startin This ain't a world tour, no more trips to this apartment I want your ass to be ghost And now, all of a sudden you wanna get close, huh
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check it
Umm, get your clothes, use common sense I don't sell pantyhose, I don't got time for non +Nonsense+ Kindly pack up your shit Remember you're not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip! I'll reach for the glock, aim for your snotbox The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops But I won't do a date upstate I just perform that old Mike Tyson play and cry out RAPE Before you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for please This ain't church, get off your fuckin knees I'm not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real job so we can have some dough Hobbes I won't FRONT, I used to love it when we'd HUMP You're not my STUNT, tomorrow's the first of the MONTH You don't have half the rent, I'm knockin cuttin nose flat Girlfriend I got your bags packed
Huh, I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed
I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave, check it
Umm, wipe up them cryin tears Cause like an automatic car, you don't got no gear Get ready to put an end to that Cinderella book Throw out them Jordache jeans, cause it wasn't seem to givin you the LOOK, that you've been searchin for And plus I heard you're not with, baggin up shit at no grocery store -- it just makes your furious As if you got shot in the butt cause now you're dead-ass serious Don't know what to do, nowhere to go But no haps over here, cause this ain't, the Welcome Back Kotter show Forget all the nights you spent cause ain't nothin goin on, but my rent, huh SHIT, you better take a good look at the road cause that's you're bout to hit And it ain't no comin back Girlfriend, I got your bags packed
Huh, I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA
I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave I gotta go, check it
Aiyyo baby I'm not "The one" I said my man Serge he's not "The one" And my man named Ant he's not "The one" And my man Earl is sho' ain't not "The one" Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we ain't not "The one" My man Extra P, he's not "The one" And you know how it goes.. "The one" "The one" .. *fades*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
