you know, she just really jumped out the window and you gotta be careful when you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just
on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone, high stepping, prime time Thought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shine Like my new Air Yeezy's, you
venom dripping from my lips Know who you're 'bout to kiss Think that you can handle it Boy, it's on Just step into the danger zone Shake it if you wanna
in happiness with you Through strength I found love In time I found myself in happiness with you The things that you can give to me I can feel it when you
You cut your teeth in the smoky bars And live off the tips from a pickle jar 'Til you find a cool new sound And you smile when the record man shoots
tryin' to hold you back Tryin' to make you feel like you're less than that Givin' nothing more better than to make you crack But really just trying to put your dreams off track And you
hate about you! The 7 things I hate about you, oh you You're vain, your games, you're insecure You love me, you like her You make me laugh, you make
' 'Cuz you do It's just that you're at your best when you're lyin' Whoa oh Now you're standing here And saying things you think I wanted to hear But you
get what I got Stepped all up and you set for my spot I bet you Im winning, I bet that youre not I bet you don't sin and I bet you get caught You just
getting rough again You see him out your window Even when you close the blinds And all you ever wanted Was someone to treat you nice and kind Take a step
Just after evening fall And I will be here Be here Be here Whats the use now? Ah You dona??t have it, no No Take another step Yeah Before you take
She wanna get out of the car, in the middle of the road And her screaming and hollerin', is getting mighty old She check every paper, oh when you step
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you
you There's no real love in you There's no real love in you Why do I keep loving you Automatic, automatic Automatic, automatic Each step you make Each
all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it at least you got to
you and sell you for celebrity status Step on, step two, step three repeat I pray at the church of asses in the seats And I disappear behind the beat When
a lead out But damn, since I stepped up in the place I'm try'na touch you, squeeze you, tell you what's the case Before I bust, you squeeze, outta telly
goin down Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know