Ev'rybody's talking. 'bout my .s.d.. I say talk is easy. money's never free. . .s.d.. .s.d.. . But I always tell them. life it ain't so black. for ev'rything I'm given.
We gave you our love. We gave you our love. As we bent to do wrong. . Your smile was the wind. Your smile was the wind. As it swept us along. . Why can't you understand.
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi]. . Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out. It's hard to yell when the blunt stays in your mouth. Blow mad reefer, call me Caesar.
[Hook: Roscoe Dash]. . Oh. Everywhere I go I. Dress up and I go out. I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out. Everywhere I go I. Dress up and I go out.
[Hook: Nasty Boi]. . Four in the back, one at the top. Bend the elbows, let it plop. Red, blue, solo, dolo. Pick any cup, it's in the hole. Oh, we gettin' it in.
[Hook]. . [Verse 1: Prez]. . Uh. I'm poppin' bottles of prescribed medication for players. I'm pushin' pills and painkillers to relieve this frustration.
Now hush up so I can so I can go to sleep and dream about my baby. I close a my eyes when a night comes try to go to sleep. but end up counting sweet sweet kisses a stead of counting sheep.
chorus. I just wanna make you mine. I just wanna be your guy. Yo everything I need. I dont need no other girls. Let them haters keep on hating. Theyre just wasting time.
[Hook]. . My chick bad. My chick hood. My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could. My chick bad, badder (badder) than yours. My, my chick bad, badder (badder) than yours.
[Intro: Nasty Boi]. . How could I go wrong?. When there's so much left to say. And how could I've moved on?. When she's missing yesterday. . [Verse 1: Nasty Boi].
[Verse 1: Prez]. . Aye ma, you lookin' like a million bucks. Only beauty in the club, I ain't fuckin' with sluts. Get your purse, get your slip for the coat closet.
[Hook: Rocko]. . Maybe it's my car. Maybe 'cuz I'm flexing. Maybe it's wrist-piece. Gotcha bitch getting naked. Maybe it's bracelet. Maybe it's my chain.
Flew into existence, just a sweet bird of youth.. Hugged my friends on the pavement,. Hid my dreams on the roof.. Wrapped in a blanket from the national health..
[Verse 1: Prez]. I need success, I need that top spot. Fuck it if I ain't the best, I need to cop yachts. You know my shirt Nike, we can go one on one.
Excuse me, please, I wipe a tear. Away from an eye that sees there's nothing left to trust. Finding that their minds are gray. And there's no sorrow in the world that's left to trust.
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi]. . Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush. I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt. Shawty lookin' so fine, wish I could've felt.
[Intro: Prez (talking)]. . Yo, waddup?. This Prez, this to all my smokers out there. Every time you lifted, and someone asks you how you doin'. Just smile and tell 'em.