The Jacka, Husalah, Mac Dre - Bonus #2 lyrics

[The Jacka, Husalah, Mac Dre - Bonus #2 lyrics]

Mommy, come to daddy i'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it
Come, mommy, come to daddy
I'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it

1, 2, 3 and listen to the sounds of the MOB
You look so sweet i found em' on my plaque
I told her she was hat
She said Your name is Hus?
I said yeah my name is Husalah
Husalah, Husalah fresh in the place mama
Look at my face
Yeah I'm beautiful and gorgeous
East Bay mobsta', shop a lot at Nordstroms
That's where I met her
In a cashmere sweater chea'
This ain't your typical boy meets girl
This is king of the world
Meets queen of the world
Hey, get it girl, get it girl
Yeah we do whatever
We together, tell your man he can do whatever
I can never do you wrong
Them other dudes do'ed you wrong
My sex knock our socks off
Even when the shoes is on
More often than not, you think smart
And use your dome
I grab a magnum, put it on, and pump it
Mommy come


Mommy, come to daddy i'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it
Come, mommy, come to daddy
I'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it

This girl is so crazy
She needs someone, see like me to make it
I'm just a rap star, see I make hit's
Dre that's a fat car, seem like a spaceship
I replace my bitch, with a million more
Gettin' rich but I still feel poor
All the hoes love me, I'm hard to ignore
The heart, ball perk is all I adore
We do this for the turf nigga's
Thug to the core
The world believe in is so the DJ spins is'
Remind me of my life everytime I watch Menace
Speak what's on our mind
Release the cell biness' hate to be trapped
Yo that's the jail biness'
Girl you my witness, you see me come up
The love of my life, only to get crushed
You can earn a lot of money
But never earn my trust just earn my trust


Mommy, come to daddy i'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it
Come, mommy, come to daddy
I'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it

What's up little mama? Let's shake the spot
This ain't the spot, let's dip, kick rocks
Won't you come see how I get down
Let's hit me loft by the
Lake and escape the town
I pray now, hopin' in a minute I'm finna' be
Laxin' in a mansion with all the amenities
I'm tired of thousands, I want mill-ions
So I can travel the world, like
Mommy come, Mommy come, let's get rich
Behind every good nigga, is a good bitch
Don't trip, let's dip, do things my way
Let's get ghost down the
Pacific Coast Highway
Take the scenic route, so we can talk
If ya' guy ain't fly girl it's not my fault
You need to quit trippin' and
Get out that slump
You need sexual relations like Mrs plump
Come on


Mommy, come to daddy i'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it
Come, mommy, come to daddy
I'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it
Come mommy, come to daddy
I'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it
Come, mommy, come to daddy
I'm gonna love you baby
This world is so crazy
You need someone sane like me to make it

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