CAN`T BE YA LOVER E

Rollin' up From a small dime, full prime, heavy at that, Huh. Never hesitate when it's time to slide the Bags on the back. Never time to lack, kid. Hit the Jag with a fat sack of princess Black. What's up with cutie over there? She's attractive. Queen of the planet, Janice, so how you gonna act, miss? Some call me Spams and some call me Baby Finsta. Funky mister, strong honey, So I fist her. In the back, that's 'cause I gotta learn the ropes. Fast track 'cause my girl done take the birth Control. Made a mistake and dropped the seed, Then honey, got the lead. Now I got a mouth to feed every day, Tight stress. gift of finesse, Gold in my chest. I'm supported through the press And it probably won't get no better. That's why swerve warm sweater, have to go through The cold weather. Sometimes I think one shorty's Enough, but yo, I can't stop having that good Stuff. Yeah. Sometimes I think one girl's enough, But yo, I can't stop having that good stuff. For real. I'm what you call a pot jumper. If the reefer dooper, better watch your throat Before I tumor. 'Cause we was beating corners when The fat marijuana lit my performers in the morning After warning. Yo, I'm born out the flava. Shout strong, I don't need pressures. She thought it's cool because the holes are loose, So we can get that's dust, miss. She smoke buda like me and we inhale it In a teepee in her room. That's where I felt the essence of the boom. She Trinidadian brown skin, golden complexion. Mad eyes purple while in the hip-hop section. It's weird, she knew that I be chilling and She was willing to let me get the chocolate Feeling. Sometimes I think one girl's enough, But yo, I can't stop having that good stuff. Yeah. Sometimes I think one shorty's enough, But yo, I can't stop Having that Good stuff. For real