!! Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta (8x) Verse four: mc eiht Hit the weights everyday like popeye the sailor Bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylor
just the two of us We live in A room with a view Taylor-made clothes and Great interior design A puppy and a television And a big fridge Outside our
bitch thank yall for tunin in what up E let me do what i do most dope, thumbs up, pittsburgh what up taylor gang r.d, i.d labs, benji big jerm, everybody
great, see you later Outro: Yo Thank y?all I appreciate your support For real Mac Miller This has been the High Life Ayo Q-Cuff Tree-J Big Will Big
the house? My big homey just got out Used to be down now he's just crack ad He's bout hard as Darth Vada In his sweat shirt, khakis and Chuck Taylors
you They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth, even if it goes through Taylor
m Chuck Taylor mayne We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor
and upside down Had a feeling you were taking the ride around But I loved you Did you love me too I was holding on when you let me fall What a big mistake
heart could afford How could you ask for more There?s a great big world full of space out There?s just waiting for you to explore There is a big old
feel so lost without you right by my side, girl i miss you like crazy (crazy) i miss you like crazy (see you tonight) i miss you like crazy Taylor
they used to say Keep a weather eye to the chart on high And go home another way Steer clear of royal welcomes Avoid a big to-do A king who would slaughter
a big ole long red tail It hides the truth, but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin
a big ole long red tail It hides the truth But it bleeds thru When a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin son
wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin' on home to you Ya I wish I was a big rig Rollin' on home to you Wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin
" I got off the bus and asked a man To show me how to get to Sam's cafe He stared at me real funny, said "They tore it down when Big Sam passed away"
white, and blue Kellie: Oh Justice will be served And the battle will rage Both: This big dog Kellie: Will fight When you rattle his cage Taylor
, see, see Do the Bitch please, six threes candy paint with the triple gold D's Big drums, load clips, close range with the hollow-point tips Twenty cars, ten bikes, chuck Taylor