Tanji 2 - E-40

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare I don't think about, I don't be without it I could give you what you want if you really 'bout it Got 30 and a 40, nigga, you could count it Get a line on your living room, then surround it Right-hand man and he don't like to listen Choppa get to kickin', cookin' in the kitchen Rockin' me a fisherman like I'm fishin' Tackle box, pole, hella ammunition I really hate to take it there But I promise you, nigga, we ain't playin' fair We don't care if your daddy there I'ma nail you to a chair, we'll do it bare They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run you down with the Kater Double up, then come back later Shut it down like a breaker Hide behind the back of your neighbor car with the sprayer One thing I hate is a hater Two things I hate is a traitor... ugh! Bullets ain't got no name Slugs talk a different slang, need a translator Niggas callin' my phone, temperature checkin', fishin' "I'ma merge him in, shh, be quiet, baby, listen" I could tell in their tone they're up to something slickin' They ain't doin' no talking, they trippin'...BIATCH! They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare