Make You Mine

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

I went bad on a bitch, I don't love her

She want a apology but I ain't Rueben Studdard

I'm buttered, so she jock me style

She buttered, but she not my style

She don't got it and she ain't trying to have it

And, man, and lavish and got expensive habits

If I stab it, what can she offer?

Naw, sir, Dreezy ain't gone toss her

And she thick too, but I don't want her yokes

I want all her federal reserve notes

I'm better with no hoes over a broke one

I'll take the ugliest bitch in Oakland

And come through yoking Chucky Cheese'd up

And you broke bitches got me fucked up

I'm a rich ****, I got lawyers

You broke, I can't do nothing but ignore ya

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

This crazy motherfucker wanna be my chick

Always trying to fuck and suck my dick

It won't happen, you ain't got no mail

You ain't got a snowballs chance in hell

I'm from Vallejo, most **** is pimps

We eat butterfly tiger prawns, not scrimps

On the other side of the fence

What's cracking?

Could you detect some slacking in my macking?

You can't try it unless you buy it

Broke bitch got my dick on a diet

Can't fuck on her and, no, I don't want her

This is O.J. Simpson pimping, not Homer

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

She trying to make me hers

But I can't be hers

Unless I'm goosing her for chips and I'm taking hers

Trying to live so fat, I gotta watch calories

It's all about a salary and that's reality

I'm a book you shouldn't judge by it's cover, hoe

I've been getting dough since Young Black Brother, hoe

I'm a brother that can make things happen

Jacking, acting, macking, rapping

Let's get it cracking, get the slacking out

Every day I blow a half an ounce

I like to smash and bounce in all new whips

What can we do if you ain't got a few chips?

Take a few sips of this game I poured

It's money in the streets and they can't be ignored

It's money in the streets and it can't be ignored

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?

Something 'bout what you've done to me, baby

Wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me

Baby, can I make you mine?