Don't you know how busy and important i am? I got so much to do. Ask me to out dinner on Friday night, i can't go, i got too much to do. Maybe i'm just trying to distract myself from my mortality. Maybe i'm just trying to distract myself from my mortality. Oh i'm too busy to finish song I'm too busy to dance Too busy to cry Too busy to die Too busy to see my chance Don't you know how busy and important i am? I got so much to do. Ask me to the disco on Friday night i can't go, I've got too much to do. Maybe i'm just trying to distract myself from my mortality. Maybe i'm just trying to distract myself from my mortality. Oh i'm too busy to see the sky I'm too busy to know Too busy to fly Too busy to die Too busy to rest my soul Don't you know how busy and important i am? I got so much to do. Don't you know how busy and important i am? I got so much to do. I'm too busy to finish this song. I'm too busy to finish this song. I'm too busy to finish.

My love has no beginning, my love has no end No front or back and my love won't bend And I'm in the middle, lost in a spin loving you And you don't know, you don't know You don't know, you don't know how glad I am My love has no bottom, my love has no top, tip-top My love won't rise and my love won't drop And I'm in the middle and I can't stop loving you And you don't know, you don't know You don't know, you don't know how glad I am I wish I were a poet so I could express What I'd, what I'd like to say, yeah, yeah I wish I were an artist so I could paint a picture Of how I feel, just what I feel today, yeah My love has no walls on either side That makes my love so much wider than wide And I, I'm in the middle and I can't hide loving you And you don't know, you couldn't, you don't know You couldn't, you don't know just how glad I am How glad And you don't know, you don't know You don't know, you don't know

She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own California air Chain all blue like it's runnin' out of air I keep a bad bitch with a fat derriere And you know that hoe fresher than a new pair Retro elevens on the pedal, I'm taking this to the next level Competition best to dress up in a Chevelle And if you niggas still wanna make a deal with the devil I can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel All you artists walkin' round with yo wack raps (Wack raps) They gettin' fucked by the game, Kat Stacks And any nigga thinkin' he can make it happen I'll be outside of Staples with the bitches and Phantom, mothafucka She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own Pull up on them bitches, steppin' out on 30 inches In my L.A. Dodger fitted with some Louie V stichin' Niggas wanna catch me slippin' Yeah, they prayin' and they wishin' 'Cause a nigga clockin' dough And I'm fuckin' all they bitches (Yo, you fuckin' all they bitches?) Yeah, I'm fuckin' all they bitches And it's money over bitches And I'm preachin' my religion 'Cause this game that I'm livin' about as cold as my wrist is If you know my paps then you know I'm bout the business Smoke big trees (Big trees) Christmas Chain supersix (Supersix) Sickless My flow retarded nigga Gifted, gifted This games' a bitch watch me pimp it She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own What about me? If you don't kick it with me, who ya gon' kick it with? Ice Cube is the shit, who you been speakin' with? They been lyin' to you if they told you different I got a different, cool type of temperament West coast style baby, on some California shit They might've told ya that I was hard on the bitch You know how it go, some bitches think they slick Look at me and think they about to get rich (Get rich) Uh, oh, uh, oh, danger, danger You are, you are a stranger Who am I? I am the long ranger, Tonto tell I'll run yo fuckin' ass through the ringer (It goes) She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get a pimp She couldn't make it on her own What about me? What about me? What about me?

How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah Thought I'd never see the day that you would switch up Ain't no hard feelings, I'm wishing you good luck I can't lie, I miss your touch, you got that good love I put diamonds on your hand, don't hold your fist up How I know if I get jammed you gon' keep it real? How you gon' say that I ain't solid, I ain't never squealed If I die today give it to my son, ain't writin' no will All these thoughts inside my head, it got me poppin' pills Runnin' with my steel, there's some niggas in the rear If they get they chance they will But I ain't worried, I'm gon' kill I'm gon' drill every one of them We gon' kill every one of them How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah One time to cross out Migo, he gon' take your life So I don't understand how Plies ran off on the plug twice And you can't remix none of that lean if it's not cut right And you can't say you super trill 'cause you ain't cut right Sex her once then kick her out 'cause I don't nut twice The way that A$AP died don't sit in my gut right And if we ever find the killer then he must die And I'm always low on niggas, I don't trust high I don't know if you'll ride, I don't know if you gon' slide I don't know want me to die, I don't know if it's your pride And if it is then hide it then Me and Lil Baby do it for the trenches, we gon' ride with them How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill from me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow