The studio's dark, got the candels on. I'm tryin' to write words to the perfect song. But nothing will ryme nohtin' sounds right now you're gone It's
need everyone's eyes just to feel seen. girl, your so vain, you probably think that this song is about you. don't you? don't you? if I could write you a song
the type of song that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and I wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were
it could a had me But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song Now it's peace after the storm blew on And [unverified], it's the better life, security
than its finna get the white out tell em throw it up for me I'm going when it's dark out endo with his light out Im feeling like Mike now (damn) and
that's the plan. I'm a knock yo a** down like the black Jackie chan. The squad ain't loosing. These bi***s keep choosing. And that's why (ay, ay). [Smurf
ain't never scared You heard what Lil' Mark said D4L put it down, radio gotta play it Still on that front street Fuckin? with them young G's Cicero,
guns at they feet, call befo you hit tha door, i jus fucked his ho, i put it in her throwt, but she didn chooch, bitch...!! B's^ P's^ suuuwooo
Uhh making deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it's
Uhm.. Really Real, D Really Real.. Yeahhh They really Love D-Real, Ill I got em saying Boy You Nasty Drop a hot song now they saying you can have me..
together like a family And no matter what the rumors be It's guaranteed that I'm for you and you for me so Let's (Let's) Let's stay together (Together
're dead wrong for having them pants on Capri's cut low, so when you shake it, I see your thong My pocket's full of dough, shake your feathers 'til the morning It's
awkward motion What'chu call it, suicide, it's a suicide And if them niggaz talk shit 'cause they drunk off that potion They commitin', suicide, it's a suicide Let's
paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me" That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth
my dirty rap you can go to hell 'Cause Short Dogg's on the mike tellin' cocktails I meet the groupies, hookers like Kathy Fucking M.C.'s cause she's
Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on The tin man mo, that's pah prince of darkness, that's my dark partna My counter, that's
shit To rap on the mike, turn you out Too short baby without a doubt I gotta change the beat I got a song for every cold player Oh yeah, this here song
Mike Jones! Mike Jones, Jones Jeeeh... Holla atcha Boy baby, yo, you killed it on this one man, uhuh Chill! We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the