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Self Gotta Stop Messin About

. Gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin about You gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin about Gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin about You gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin

On the microphone in 1993 Short Dawg made me And he don't stop to the beat Nothing but a menace to society I always heard that you gotta be strong if

woman Lay next to me, put yo' head on my chest Attraction stimulates me but it's not all about sex I respect you got a mind and you... self sufficient

ludicrous Bad when you gotta better bitch around Sad 'cause you never wanna kiss her now Never would got up in the women if I knew about menace And

gotta put you down to make they-self feel better Black or white, dark brown or light Short, thin and small, thick, big or tall And I think it's a mess

in your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hole in your soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address

a killin' tool click Killin' tool click, killin' tool click Southwest Atlanta, Southwest I suggest you don't mess with Southwest I suggest you don't mess with Southwest I suggest you don't mess

chains Somebody got locked down, and shackled with fuckin chains They ruined their fuckin brain, they ain't treated like a man This shit gotta stop here

the glass broken at my feet. Cut myself once again, gotta stop count to ten, and relax. Take a breath, breath in deep. Taste the smog, feel heat. I gotta