You know what I'm
You be always having the state of the art
in this music.
State of the art in this music.
It's about addiction.
Is it going down?
Jazzy?
D -Duck?
All you do is about addiction.
You can't do shit without it.
can't do it.
Every time I try to leave you alone
Makes me want to drink till I drop out
Makes me want to be alone, no doubt
So why don't I just leave you alone?
It's all so wrong,
but the feeling's so strong
So it keeps me holding on to you
And thought you'd make me paranoid
Cause I'm doing what I
can do with you
You do what I say,
so it ain't no way I in with you
With the ride, with the homies too I ain't
trippin' cause you got your own thing
I just love to see
you when you talk slang
Just like a jack and spade,
always havin'
my back vague
Lookin' all black and beautiful
when I pull
you out from the shade
To do my dirty work at
Earth
But somebody gotta do it, after
Maserati I'll do it off they own
E -liquid or fluid when I do it
Accept it or reject it or whatever you want
for it I'm
Mr.
Nowhere to be contacted
I packed it and I hope you
don't catch you slip slidin'
Dip dive when I pass through
Flip a bitch into switch and makin' sure
I get that ass booze, give a swiss
cheese out of your side panel
Get out the ride zone,
ride to make sure you don't dance no more
I'm sendin' two to your dome,
leave your bitch ass alone
You shouldn't have let me see your home,
I'm tellin' you that's why
Every time I try to leave you alone
Makes me wanna drink till I drop out
Makes me wanna be alone, no doubt
You always break me down
So why don't I just leave you alone?
Tryna make me lose control
Still so wrong, but the feeling so strong
Keeps me holding on to you
You can ask every bitch I've been with
I've been with
I
Doja, got me breaking up with
Garcia
You know I'm supposed to unload
it now as we speak
And as you listen,
you just in time to see me shine and glisten
Pump out this sick shit like
Pitta
Sims
But I ain't no
Grand
Heel to pull out the pis tol and
make a bitch stand still
But you know,
Doja, she was my arm and joy
She make me nutty like
Cyrus the virus, fuck
Irish
Only
English down my pores
She make me crease like
Kika
To the designated spot
and pull out the heater
See, took your life, the only one you had
And when your mama got the news,
her heart was bruised
I'm in my bloody tennis shoes as
I'm running back to the ride
It's outside, do or die, I ain't gon' lie
I'd rather die,
that's why I been making music since 90
And why you can't find me is cause
I'm meditating like the
Chinese
Every time I try to leave you alone
Makes me want to scream till I drop out
Makes me want to be alone, no doubt
When you always break me down
So why don't I just leave you alone?
Trying to make me lose control
Still so grown, but the feeling so strong
So it keeps me holding on to you
Won't sacrifice my life to you
Make do what I want
Makes me want to scream till I drop out
Hey
Pat, it's your own thing,
I just love to see you when you talk slang
Just like a jack and spade,
always havin' my back fade
Lookin' all black and beautiful when
I pull you out from the shade
To do my dirty work, it hurt,
but somebody gotta do it
Off the
Maserati, I do it off that
O .E. liquor fluid
When I do it, accept it or reject
it or whatever you want
I'm
Mr.
Nowhere to be contacted,
I packed it and I hope you don't
Leave you slip -slidin',
dip -divin' when I pass through
Flip a bitch at the switch and makin'
sure I get that ass too
Swiss cheese out of your side panel
Making sure you don't dance no more
2T or don't leave your bitch ass alone
She can see your motherfuck
ing home
Brotha Lynch Hung 
