Tekster:
Squeeze I Must Go

it's cold too cold for me I must go (why must you go? ) I must go (if you must you must) Why must you say goodbye when you could say hello? The clouds

how it looks I know how it smells GPS .. to the mail It ain't start to chill .. feel so lucky .. nigger let me show you how I go I've been tired of your

(Bridge) baby when i first met you i realize that i needed you in my life and after all that we've been through i hope you understand the way i feel

still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain Flow like the wind blow Never see me 'cause I get ghost, so a *** never get close I go fast or

mash to this I know it's heaven for g's, m-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on

cash I'm pretty swole, pretty abs, pretty shh I got every single thing that I need Except for a main squeeze I need a girlfriend, girlfriend (Oh, girlfriend) I need a girlfriend, girlfriend (Oh, I

't But I, I'm feelin' good about myself so I, I splurge a lil' hell You read the magazines, and heard I made a scene Believe it or not, I swear I'm just

he hasta Tell 'em Sen, I'm the psycobeta master Strikin' ya, hittin' ya, buckin' ya, fuckin' ya Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep pluckin' ya Pickin' ya, then I

) I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came from the