Fire In Ya Eyes ft The Game

歌詞

(Sample:) Love is as well gone As sunny sunny days (Hook x2: Game) Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes every time we hug and I know sometimes you just wanna be rubbed, I'm in.. (Sample) (Ya Boy:) Yeah! I know you don't like the word mami But you my bitch. That's how it is.. Hey I see the fire in ya eyes half evil half sexy I Love to take it down every night if ya let me I admit Baby girl I have my eyes on you Hopin that one day I can flip the pies on you Since you down south show you what that rock could do Come back rich, yeah nigga that's my proof I, hold the gauge you can hold the twenty-two Nigga run up on Ya Boy baby you be shootin' too F**k Bonnie and Clyde mama, we much deeper Ya Boy love dough and you the toppings on my pizza The heater to my ether, my beautiful senorita And I knew you was my bitch from the first, moment I seized ya And just like, every blunt needs some green Every gun needs a beam, every thug needs a queen She suckin me up, I be sippin the bub Had to pinch myself, nigga, I think I'm in.. I'm in.. (Hook x2) (Cyssero:) Shit.. F**k.. That's how it go.. Lemme show ya man.. ?? .. That's my bitch man. First time I held her, the first time I banged her First time I made her bust, first time I aimed her Me and her the oh six (06) Bonnie and Clyde And I call her Nino Wesson when there's drama she ride (ah ha) And it's gutter hell, it's just me and my bitch Like Ready to Die, track number twelve Yea that's wifey: sexy, chrome and black complexion Got me gettin erection She chill on my hip, when I play the strip wit her Show her how much I love her when I stick my clip in her I get chips and dip with her Then the shit'll get ugly if I'm doin ? wit her Menage a toi, double the action Real street niggaz know I be double the slappin And to my main squeeze, believe me The Fire in ya eyes, will have me squeeze on a man easy (Hook x2) (Game:) Night after night.. lookin through that glass window wishin you was mine Wishin I could hold you.. Just wanna squeeze the life outta you.. I remember in '96 when we met, you got the best of me I had an appetite for destruction, you had the recipe Told me the last motherf**ker chose his destiny One in the head, execution style, so I'm guessin He ain't know you was special, misused you and abused you Put his hand around your neck, squeezed harder when you refused To open your mouth, give him everything you got I see the fire in ya eyes and in a nigga the shot I guess what I'm tryin to say is that I like you a lot You let me hold you like he hold you we take over the block Go from the dope spot to the CL drop You like it I love it, now me and you callin the shots Remember yesterday when we rocked You told me you wished you could've been there when Pac got knocked Tonight we goin to the range, that'll get you hot Wear your pretty dress, the one with the infrared dots I'm in.. (Hook x2)