Bags Packed

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This another one of those Ak shits youknowhatI'msayin?

This right here's about a girl

who wanna live in your house for free, without a J.O.B.

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I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave YO

I'll make your head bloody red if you don't get out

And if you scream and shout, I'll put the bandages on your mouth

No livin for free on my couch

And yo I ain't operatin, no type of Covenant House

You get no help HERE, my name ain't wel-FARE

Uh uh dear, take that bullshit else-WHERE

Your ass gotta go if you don't got dough

Call me what you want, woman, because you're just another hoe

I know you'd probably make a good mother miss

But I don't got no time to be bothered with no broke bitch

Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts

The Loveboat shape up and ship out

and take everything you came with when you was startin

This ain't a world tour, no more trips to this apartment

I want your ass to be ghost

And now, all of a sudden you wanna get close, huh

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check it

Umm, get your clothes, use common sense

I don't sell pantyhose, I don't got time for non +Nonsense+

Kindly pack up your shit

Remember you're not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip!

I'll reach for the glock, aim for your snotbox

The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops

But I won't do a date upstate

I just perform that old Mike Tyson play and cry out RAPE

Before you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for please

This ain't church, get off your fuckin knees

I'm not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real job

so we can have some dough Hobbes

I won't FRONT, I used to love it when we'd HUMP

You're not my STUNT, tomorrow's the first of the MONTH

You don't have half the rent, I'm knockin cuttin nose flat

Girlfriend I got your bags packed

Huh, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave, check it

Umm, wipe up them cryin tears

Cause like an automatic car, you don't got no gear

Get ready to put an end to that Cinderella book

Throw out them Jordache jeans, cause it wasn't seem

to givin you the LOOK, that you've been searchin for

And plus I heard you're not with, baggin up shit

at no grocery store -- it just makes your furious

As if you got shot in the butt cause now you're dead-ass serious

Don't know what to do, nowhere to go

But no haps over here, cause this ain't, the Welcome Back Kotter show

Forget all the nights you spent

cause ain't nothin goin on, but my rent, huh

SHIT, you better take a good look

at the road cause that's you're bout to hit

And it ain't no comin back

Girlfriend, I got your bags packed

Huh, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, SEE-YA

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave I gotta go, check it

Aiyyo baby I'm not "The one"

I said my man Serge he's not "The one"

And my man named Ant he's not "The one"

And my man Earl is sho' ain't not "The one"

Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we ain't not "The one"

My man Extra P, he's not "The one"

And you know how it goes.. "The one"

"The one" ..

*fades*