Heartburn

[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 f**k, and nigga the rent due I love my moms and the drug habit I love a double jointed bitch up in my Craftmatic I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the ma*s 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 bra*s knuckles I love to get right with the 5th and make ya a*s 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, Telly Savalas, you know? I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon 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 motherf**kers 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 f**king with a grown a*s 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 neva, wheneva I see ya, I shoot ya I love ya