Yo Just when I think that I’m about to Understand moving on without you Stereo plays the album that I copped you And I hear that jam that we used to rock to Sitting back in the lab the other day Hoping that my thoughts of the past would run away I was hard up, I cant front Heard your voice, turned the treble and the bass up Wait up; gotta troubleshoot How’d I substitute your voice when it wasn’t you? Damn, can the effects of Love and time Cause the ear to trick the mind? I wonder how that shit combines Or why they say that love is blind I wonder if this is the sign That I should just pick up the line Cause even though we split this time I wish you was mine

What do you look for? I got nothin’ to prove but love I be the man with standards and no kids You love how I’m doin’ this Just miss me with that bullshit You know you love this Say it with me one time - you know you love this You’ll be on some love shit - you know you love this What do you look for? You got nothin’ to lose but love I be a man with standards and no kids You love how I’m doin’ this Just miss me with that bullshit You know you love this You know you love this Say it with me one time - you know you love this You know you love this You know you love this You know you love this You know you love this....

Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Tell me if you want some And you can just come on, baby Yeah I know it's real, I want you babe I hope you know that, I feel that way I'll make you mine, if I can find a way Baby, I'll testify, ain't got the time to play When you wake up, you know you looking fine today Me and you should get away and take an escapade (escapade) Escapade (escapade) Escapade (escapade) You know I'm diggin’ you like miners when they excavate Ya know, got me up and comin' like a promo Tryna hit below your belt just like a low blow Playin’ like an amateur when you could go pro Baby I just love the way you move your torso Tell me if you want some and you can just...

Shake it down (Look at you) (Look at me) (Look at you) I see you girl (Look at me) You lookin’ good (Look at you) I see you girl (Look at me) You lookin’ good (Look at you) You lookin’ good (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) I see you girl (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) I see you girl (Look at me) You lookin’ good (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Do it You remind me of them days Corner store after school, fumbling for change Get your favorite flavor Now-and-Later with money that you saved Watermelon Strawberry flav Over there, thick chick with the braids I see you girl, been itching to get the same You know I been wantin’ it from the get Since days of four-wheeling we lived in the same building Now that we older, I’m wondering how it feel in it I’m so real wit it, sincere wit it I be hollerin’ out, I see you out and about Spot you out, wonder what you all about Lady, lemme see you do it like Come on (Look at me) Yeah (Look at you) I’m seein’ you (Look at me) You lookin’ good (Look at you) Do it girl (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) Do it girl (Look at me) I see you girl (Look at you) You lookin’ good (Look at me) Do it girl (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) I see you girl (Look at me) You lookin’ good (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Do it (Look at you) Do it (Look at me) Come on (Look at you) (Look at me) Shake it down (Look at you) (Look at me) This is for the ladies who all on they own This is for the niggas who be callin’ they phones Ball hard at the bar or stay your ass at home Stay there, cause these ladies don’t play fair, son Out wit no clothes, gettin’ chose and then some Yeah son, and e’ery one Of all these chicks talk shit, be on some Biz Mark shit like, “Ay girl, do me a favor Make The Music With Your Mouth til I’m catching The Vapors” It’s cuffing season, ain’t packing the game up Cause if you ain’t in the game, you messing with danger Girl, if you fine, it’s a line of a gang of niggas That be wanting your number and planning to smang ya That be wanting your number and planning to smang ya So if you ain’t in the game, you messing with danger!

Rappers sounding like teenage girls, for serious Y’all need to just stop the flow, period Talk shit but really fabricated drama Go ahead with all of that pause shit, comma My shit state-of-the-art, you need to play your part When you say you the best, use some quotation marks You making wild claims, cant believe the shit you saying I’m thinking WTF, interrobang That wack shit on BET or at the VMAs I just don’t understand, I need some guillemets I said it’s wack, you can quote me verbatim Damn right I said that shit, exclamation Used to be nice, now you good with an asterisk Wonder bout your semicolon use, you half-assing it And what your flow lacks in rhythm and in wisdom It makes up for in blank space, asterism Classic diction, when I’m spitting and I’ll still flow On to the next line, indent, pilcrow Rhymes get no better, you fluctuate and worsen Mad at the way I even punctuate my verses

Girl I’m finna touch you right in your middle girl I’m finna touch you right right now (I’m finna touch you right) Yeah Girl I’m finna touch you right, let's do it (I’m finna touch you right) Yeah girl, I’m finna touch you right right now (I’m finna touch you right) Uh we touchin (I’m finna touch you right) We touchin, yeaaahhh, (I’m finna touch you right) We touchin Bend it back, lady like a limbo Til your back breaking like a Dilla instrumental Uhh, yeah Girl I’m fittin to destroy Tryna touch on you but you be messin’ with sex toys Cause you know how I hunt I go straight for the taste, so I aim for ya ---- And you know I got the power like Samson, I wanna Make you start puffin’ and pantin’ now mama Thought we’d be workin’ it out You using your hand; you told me I’m superfluous, wow Teasing me girl, you doing your D-Jizzle Plucking your strings like banjos and fiddles Touching and flicking your somethin, this is getting ridiculous Can a brother lick it or somethin? F--k all the small talk, open your legs like a Walmart Then you can play in my ball park Thought we was fixin to get live Bounce on these bedsprings then maybe some 6-9 But you ain’t break me off like that Gimme 68 and then you can get off right fast, yeahhhh We was gonna touch all night Yeah right girl We ain’t finna touch all night nope

[The views expressed on this recording are not solely those of the artist, and by no means do we encourage or condone the violence used by law officials] Ayo, where I’m from, they got tons of men Who cheat, steal and sin, tryna take shit like the government Poke their head in the whip, flash their badge in front of them Niggas grunting and shit, saying nothing; they punish them Oh yo, peeps can’t even run in front of them Cause if one of them blacks run, they all gunning him Believe that, they got something for your young sons Cause they all assuming that they know what we doing On some fast shit, they shoot blacks with automatics And the fact is, they know they targeting black kids They do that wack shit, they walk around with that ratchet They call call you criminal, but they must got it backwards

One, two One, two …Fall in love …Things you do Don't sell yourself to fall in love …Things you do One, two People saying my music is on that next shit People steady clicking my site, cause it’s legit Follow me on Twitter, and pick up my new shit Bow and give respect, cause Spanky is just fresh I’m the cat who’s on the beat and the mic, and killing both Niggas nod they head to my music like they controlled Cut off my ear to miss your whole flow You niggas ain’t picturing me, I be that Van Gogh Fuck your wack shit, I don’t listen, I’m fastin’ forward In my stereo, I sound beautiful, I’m making miracles With women that’s centerfolds, I'm out of this, for the credits read below All instruments played by the S; all vocals is laid by the S Love … To fall in love … Things you do Don't sell yourself to fall in love With those things you do Don’t sell yourself to fall in love With those things you do Don’t sell yourself to fall in love With those things you do

Yo Slick like Kennedy, score like 23 Puerto Rican mamis see me, then they go, “ven aqui” Your chick want me cause I got more energy She see me in the street; she blow her horn like Kenny G Lying to your face, say she ain’t tryna get with me I’m brown and I’m smooth, might as well call me Hennessy Got more kicks than an epileptic centipede Bout to blow my top, Mount St. Helen, B Muthafucka you don’t know the half, Menefee So I ain’t listenin to anything you tellin’ me Say we got a few, but my team stack plenty, we Stay on top while the green grows every week Can’t hear me, ain’t seeing me like Ms. Keller be Worser than Helen, fellas ain’t even smelling me Fiendin’ for my team, so they volunteer like Tennessee Chicks on my pole like a gondolier in Venice be And man, y’all rappers need to go quit Talkin loud saying nothing, Polonius talking wack bullshit, Spanky on production but he prone to spit My shit phatter than Esther on Sanford and Son lips Yo shit wack, sucks dick like Butkus Y’all ain’t shit, when Spank get to spitting the rhymes Flawless and won’t miss, Steve Nash on the line I’m on the ball with mine, y’all grabbin y’all balls all the time, Your girl steady givin’ them drawers on the side, yo I stay in your girl like Playtex But she ain’t on my mind, I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks Played out like tape decks and Avirex jackets Playing foul in the game, but still just can’t hack it Y’all dudes ain’t live no more, y’all dinosaurs You dying to rhyme the way I do all the time I do all the fly shit, y’all fall behind Y’all pretty much taking the L like poor sports Overexposed, showing your ass like short shorts I be the most serious black since Hogwarts You funny dude, cause really you think you can tell me That you rappin bout hundreds but really ain’t seen 20s Should have let somebody else look at All them lyrics ‘fore they came out of your mouth crooked I'm from where niggas swing bats like they Willie Mays That's how they play, don’t hate like Timmy Hardaway Felonious niggas, they play you out just like an 8-track You not a sharp G, then you’ll be A-flat