Sean Price - Heartburn Lyrics
[Sean Price]I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my sonRoll a spliff and watch Nick at NiteI love it when my ***** cook, come homeTo a hot meal, it's not real, the ***** can't cookI love them bullets I sent youYou know what's up, I'm broke as *****, and nigga the rent dueI love my moms and the drug habitI love a double jointed ***** up in my craft splatteredI love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transitI love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand itI love itI love it when you bob ya head to thisAt the same time, giving the God head in the whipI love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothingRight under her nose, I'm right under your clothesAnd 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 knucklesI love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-poI love mushrooms, I love to puff boomLove living with you though it ain't much roomI love when you say my song is cornyAt the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay hornyI love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoesI love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm XLove Knotts Landing, love Falcon's CrestI love wallabies, I love trees just as muchAs I love collard greens, and cheese, *****, I love it[Chorus 2x][Sean Price]I love to punch street niggazRude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggazYa'll mother*****ers phony, the father told meTo knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio TarberShow me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llamaThe bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blamDamn fam, you *****ing with a grown ass manCouldn't, picture my life different on Kodak camsSee, I'm on your block in a tore backed vanJumped out with a new gun, hold that famBah, Sean Price, past, present and futureBetter late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot youI love ya
