Lloyd Banks - Karma Lyrics
Uh...Uh huh ...Yeah, yeah...Uh...CHORUSI amThe one you deniedBrushed me off - everytime I triedBut I'm alrightI'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf ya ready to rideI'm down for a one night standI'll accept it any way that I canCuz I ain'tcha manI'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who firstI can't keep my eyes off you, I can tell why them other guys lost youYour kind's rarer than a flying saucerAnd thats why I can offerSimilarities in our charactersHaven't ya heard the word round townHow I get down?They all whistle...Everybody pardons officialAnd that ass witchu got my dick hard as a missleDon't hop on top cuz I ride around with a pistolIf they pull us over I'll be out of town with an issueIf you was mine, I'd introduce you to momma girlYour stylin in your Dulce GabanaI'm so used to your PradaI take trips cuz out in Houston its hotterThow on that Al Green - just use that ImpalaMake my jewels in my collarYa had me feelin like a fool when I holla'dTryina squeeze in but you wouldn't botherdAnd I ain't eitherSoon as I realize that I ain't neitherShe in a rush to get close to me but I aint eagerShiiiit....CHORUSLookI don't mean to bother youBut your sex appeal is remarkableYou Make a G wanna walk around in the park witchuThere ain't no tellin the kinda things Ima start to doIf I get wrapped up on your ass too fastI can tell you feel the same as when I asked you lastSo I'maLeave it at thatTake a hint and put in my mathI imagine your body look twice as good in the bathAnd I'm buggin - cuz I can see you right in the hood when I passI'm never stable cuz business is on my assBut you can be the one that I visit before I dashAnd I admit I been the type to hit and splitBut you can't blame me for the females that I been gettin witCuzMosta these broads has had they eyes on my brickTil they aint get shit and learn to be satisfied with the dick (Yeah)If you ain't worth it - thats all you getI ain't gon blame you, I'ma blame all you tricksCuz...CHORUSSeems like your attitude, only appears when I'm mad atchuAnd seperate situations occured and that includesWhen I'm gone too long, ridin through them avenuesAs soon as I get home theres rumors and scattered boosYou know my fantasy...Am I feelin things? And can this be?Your girlfriend tryina sandwich meMy hearts colder than sandwich meatCuz ICome from the hood where the hammers beI move fast but I switch paceAnd pop a listerine strip inBefore you get all up in the b!tch faceMovin your body like this...Gon make me blow like a bottle of CrisMan I dunno. No, and how did it twistYa got my temperature risinFrom your hips and your thighs andAnd that glare in your eyes'll brighten up the horizonIt comes naturally, I don't bribe emEasy as one ... two ...Three... and I slide inCHORUS x2
