Tekst:
Hell Yeah Better Man

be like my father I deserved a better man, a bigger man To help me down my road I cried a tear for my mother She deserved a better man A stronger man

, motherfucker So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah, bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah

first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled Went to the park and nobody got killed Now if you got a problem, it's man on man You don't

'La-de-da-de' I can't get a bleep? What's the deal? Maybe my words are just too real It's not profanity, it's just the man and me He doesn't want you

Man, I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now I let my goons rush ya like Moscow Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow Man, I ball hard even with five fouls Yeah

Dreams Money on my mind Thousand dollar G?s Been choppin on the grind See the wrist man See the whip man Look at the passenger side you see the bitch man

can too But you better hope you can handle the heat, or stay the fuck outta hell's kitchen I came to cock block like a square fucking male chicken. Yeah

was creepin' with another man The down low happened to me all over again And then I turned the TV down 'Cause I know I heard a squeaky sound Somethin' goin' on upstairs, yeah

baby's voice screamin') You're contagious, touch me, baby (touch me) Give me what you got (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Sexy lady, drive me crazy (then I heard another man, yeah