tell me what's the reason. that a mans own woman could be so cold. and tell me how the two of you could do what you were doing. right in my home. we were suppose to get married.
Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi, that's me. Rollin' with you nigga Nate D. You know these niggas straight bang, big game D. Ballin' with the 21st street.
What's up. . I don't know why, but I keep going back. Knowin' damn well that I shouldn't be doin' that. 'Cause I ain't doin' nuthin' but makin' it worse for me.