Four out of five try to fake and get serious
You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.
Let me rideuntil i get free
Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly
Whose there? twista breakin' em' off it's a magical sexy
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine
[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]
While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends
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