Thinkin'

Every little thing she does is magic... Know why? Cause she ain't a bitch You see... There was a black man, a white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair He said, "Black man, what kind of hair do you want?" He said, "Just ball mine up and throw it here." Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning complaining Don't do me... God No damn favor You hate me cause I pimp a prostitute You think I'm playin' nigga, after you Now here's a person, here's a place, here's a thing we can a game Oh yeah, you're glasses before you enter cause me and you, we don't see the same thang I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower Hair flying bounce you notice I ain't for play No day I mean every motherfucking word that I say What's fly to me is that the real ones Catch on, bring you up Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up I'm driving I'm thinking Checking out my business you better believe me Hoeing Prostitution Tell me patna what is yo' solution Do what you say, say what you mean cause one thing leads to another But I guarantee that understanding me I'll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day Cause when I send my ho to work she catching date after date While you sitting there wanting to lay up Look bitch, ain't you got something to do today [?] you playa hater Can't wait to leave sometime like five days ago When I left saying "Once a ho always a ho" I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack I got a [?] Turn to me, we got to move the P We got round brown pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee When Tone set down his gat, stepped back and told this nigga [?] I'm driving I'm thinking Tell me why or what do you believe in Is it money? Now, is it power? Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour My people built this motherfucker and I know my way around You see the same ole' faces going up, coming down And I still can't read And you ask me if I'm qualified to give you motherfuckers just what y'all need I got a problem cause I'm fresh out the penitentiary baby And I admit I'm antisocial and it's driving me crazy At least in prison there's a guard tower For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour So many memories of struggling with my band bro '85 counting Miller, 2001 [?] The inmates asked me how I catched this case They couldn't believe that Suga Free was right there in they face The whole yard told another yard before I left the R&R I tried to make my bed but I was signing autographs hard Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit My bunkie Dee said, "Man I know you miss that nigga Quik." I'm driving Still thinking I don't know why I'm doing so much drinking But I like it And I need it Bitch you just don't believe in who you believing I'm leaving And you never invite your girlfriend