Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I’m for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I’m for real
Love the way you activate your hips and push your
as* out
Got a n*gga wantin it so bad i’m bout 2pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can’t even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up
out it
Catch you at a club, oh sh*t you got me fiendin
Body talkin sh*t to me but I can’t comprehend the
meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here’s your
chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if
you can
Forgive me i’m a rider, still I’m just a simple
man
All I want is money, f**k the fame I’m a simple
man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bit*h, get you anything you ask
for
It’s either him or me — champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our
enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a
hoe need
Puff some mo’ weed, funk, ya don’t need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long
day
But I’ve been driven by attraction in a strong
way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you
flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how
you want it
Tell me is it cool to f**k?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it’s like erotic, ironic
cause I’m somewhat psychotic
I’m hittin switches on bit*hes like I been fixed
with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I’m up inside
ya
I ain’t quittin til the show is over, cause I’ma
rider
In and out just like a robbery, I’ll probably be
a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin
these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain’t heard about these niggaz play these
Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherf**ker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a
brother
Worse than the others — Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob
Dole
You’re too old to understand the way the game is
told
You’re lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I’m makin millions, niggaz
top that
They wanna censor me; they’d rather see me in a
cell
livin in hell — only a few of us’ll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a f**k
I’d be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it
Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped
from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I’m livin major — my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon’ see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I
die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple
million
And then I’m chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they
know me
Hahaha, but I’ma mash out, peel out
I’m with it quick I’se quick to whip that f**kin
steel out
Yeah nigga it’s some new sh*t so better get up on
it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?
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