Testi musica canzoni

(chorus 2x) how do you want it how did you feel coming up as a nigger in tha cash game I'm livin' in the fast lane i'm for real love tha way you agrivate your hips and push your ass out got a nigga wantin' it so bad i'm about to past out wanna dig you and i can even lie about it baby just to aleviate your clothes time to fly up out it catch you at a club oh shit you got me fiendin' body talkin to me but i can't comprehend the meaning now if you wanna roll with me and here's ya chance doin' 80 on the freeway wait police catch me if they can forgive me i'm a rida' still i'm just a simple man all i want is money fuck the fame i'm a simple man Mr.International, player with the passport just like a letter bitch, get you anything you ask for it it's either him or me champagne, henessy, a favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies witness as we creep to a low speed peep what hoe need, puff some more weed funk, ya don't need approachin hoochies with a passion but a long day, but i've been drivin' 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 (repeat chorus 2x) tell me is it cool to fuck? did you think i come yo talk am i a fool or what? positions on the floor it's like erotic ironic, cause i'm some what psychotic i'm hitten' switches on bitches like i got been fixed with hydrawlics up and down like a roller coaster come up beside ya i an't quittin' till tha show is over cause i'm a rida, in and out just like robbery i'll probably be freak and let you get on top of me get her rockin' these, nights full of aliza, a livin' legend you an't heard about these niggas palyed in cali days Deloris Tucker he's a muthafucker instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy your brothas worst then the others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole you too old to understand the games told you lame so, i gotta hit you with the hot facts won't someone listen? makin' millions nigga top that they wanna censor me they rather see me in a cell livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody's talkin' bout us I could give a fuck i'd be the first one to bomb and cuss nigga tell me how you want it (repeat chorus 2x) raised as a youth tell truth i got a scoop to get a bullet proof cause i'm so from the roof before i was a teenager mobile phone, sky pager game rules, i'm livin' major my advesaries, is lookin' worried they paranoid of gettin' buried one of us is gonna see the cemetary my only hope for survive, if i wish to stay alive see the demons in my eyes before i die i wanna live my life and ball make a couple millions and then i'm chillin' fade them all these taxes got me crossed wit people tryin' the sue me media is in my buisness and they acting like they know me but i'm a mash out and peel out i'm murder quick that's what the whippin' fucken still out yeah nigga, it's some new shit so better get up on it when you see me tell a nigga how you want it how do you want it? (repeat chorus 2x)