[Sean Price]
I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son
Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite
I love it when my bitch cook, come home
To a hot meal, it`s not real, the bitch can`t cook
I love them bullets I sent you
You know what`s up, I`m broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due
I love my moms and the drug habit
I love a double jointed bitch up in my craft splattered
I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit
I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can`t stand it
I love it
I love it when you bob ya head to this
At the same time, giving the God head in the whip
I love it when I`m wit wifey, you say nothing
Right under her nose, I`m right under your clothes
And I love it
[Chorus 2x: Sean Price]
All this love in my heart In my heart y`all! (I got heartburn)
And just enough to make `em stop uh-huh
Only take us on the path - P
So it is on your mind - and again
[Sean Price]
I love fist fights with brass knuckles
I love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po
I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom
Love living with you though it ain`t much room
I love when you say my song is corny
At the same time, huggin` my nuts, the god stay horny
I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes
I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?
I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X
Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon`s Crest
I love wallabies, I love trees just as much
As I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it
[Chorus 2x]
[Sean Price]
I love to punch street niggaz
Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz
Ya`ll motherfuckers phony, the father told me
To knock y`all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber
Show me ya dollar, nigga, I`ll show you the llama
The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam
Damn fam, you fucking with a grown ass man
Couldn`t, picture my life different on Kodak cams
See, I`m on your block in a tore backed van
Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam
Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future
Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you
I love ya
