Thinkin'

Every little thing she does is magic...
 Know why?
 Cause she ain't a bitch
 You see...
 There was a black man, a white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair
 He said, "Black man, what kind of hair do you want?"
 He said, "Just ball mine up and throw it here."
 Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams
 And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning complaining
 Don't do me... God
 No damn favor
 You hate me cause I pimp a prostitute
 You think I'm playin' nigga, after you
 Now here's a person, here's a place, here's a thing we can a game
 Oh yeah, you're glasses before you enter cause me and you, we don't see the same thang
 I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower
 Hair flying bounce you notice
 I ain't for play
 No day
 I mean every motherfucking word that I say
 What's fly to me is that the real ones
 Catch on, bring you up
 Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up
 I'm driving
 I'm thinking
 Checking out my business you better believe me
 Hoeing
 Prostitution
 Tell me patna what is yo' solution
 Do what you say, say what you mean cause one thing leads to another
 But I guarantee that understanding me
 I'll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother
 City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day
 Cause when I send my ho to work she catching date after date
 While you sitting there wanting to lay up
 Look bitch, ain't you got something to do today [?] you playa hater
 Can't wait to leave sometime like five days ago
 When I left saying "Once a ho always a ho"
 I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack
 I got a [?]
 Turn to me, we got to move the P
 We got round brown pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee
 When Tone set down his gat, stepped back and told this nigga [?]
 I'm driving
 I'm thinking
 Tell me why or what do you believe in
 Is it money?
 Now, is it power?
 Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour
 My people built this motherfucker and I know my way around
 You see the same ole' faces going up, coming down
 And I still can't read
 And you ask me if I'm qualified to give you motherfuckers just what y'all need
 I got a problem cause I'm fresh out the penitentiary baby
 And I admit I'm antisocial and it's driving me crazy
 At least in prison there's a guard tower
 For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour
 So many memories of struggling with my band bro
 '85 counting Miller, 2001 [?]
 The inmates asked me how I catched this case
 They couldn't believe that Suga Free was right there in they face
 The whole yard told another yard before I left the R&R
 I tried to make my bed but I was signing autographs hard
 Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit
 My bunkie Dee said, "Man I know you miss that nigga Quik."
 I'm driving
 Still thinking
 I don't know why I'm doing so much drinking
 But I like it
 And I need it
 Bitch you just don't believe in who you believing
 I'm leaving
 And you never invite your girlfriend