If you can't make no time,
then why should I give you mine?
So baby tell me what's the deal?
I'm feeling you and you know you
It all started off with a hit in the
Roma got the lil' mamas getting closer
I'm in the drop, seven deuce,
So off top, you know we on kit
I happened to be feeling generous
and I gave baby girl the rest
Got the pen from a player out of respect,
Whoops, got a look at her breast,
Although she felt aw ful,
cause I already got an eye for her
Speaking on the girl's eyeball,
You think I screw any fan cause I'm a factor,
I'ma have a word with you,
matter fact girl a word or two
Now I'll hit you, you don't hit me,
when the both of us feel like fucking
If you can't make no time,
then why should I give you mine?
So baby tell me what's the deal?
I'm feelin' you and you know you
You in my ear, with what I wanna hear,
I'm the best you ever had
tell me take my time, make it fair
Rare, we do it for two hours,
But every minute like an hour when
I like to bounce, rap till I sleep in studios
it ain't no room for groupie hoes
Unless you wanna sang on this track
Slang ice cream, bring all my bread back
me and you will be major paid
The way we raise these days,
When we take the time to find
If you can make more time
Then why should I give you mine?
So baby tell me what's the deal
I'm feelin' you and you know
I love to see you come fitted,
brothers on some stair shit
You lookin' fine, front, side, and behind
I'm ready to drop your drawers
Respect first, girl, you know what's up
I watch til the sunset while
Times you not even feelin' the sex
It's all agreeable, I'm in the
Re spectin' you, but yet and still
You know I gotta check a few
If you can make more time
Then why should I give you mine?
So baby tell me what's the deal
You ain't got that much time