shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy clarks, these are the vices of the p-noid bastards who will
The same people that say it don't like it, they like "I hate it" They make a club song and the minute you do the same The same people that said it, will
dating differs from more urban situations In particular if there's few places to go Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade If they have to almost anywhere will do A family car
too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get
too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me
a 25 to lifer They'll stab you at Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize
, yeah And if your love has met its sad refrain Believe me you will love again All the best laid plans of my mice and men wrong You can hear it in this song
look what it dropped Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spot Like Spliff Star Shootin right all in your car Busta Bus plug the engine, with
that woman in clothes I even pawned a cat & I hocked my boots and I sold the family car- But that woman of mine will be 109 before I hock my old guitar
and S and T are wearing clothes much too tight U and V and W are worn out from this song And X and Y just will not share and will not get along But
Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song Cam'ron during "Children
m a rhyme, told em that this sing got me signed, Try to put me in a box I will not stay there And if I fall I will not lay there, Grown man, this is not
boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button Front of all you in your car
gotta hard move like like a muscle car Get ahead of the pack. - Hit like a double-R! I never loose sight, only to too tight! Only to get away - too many will
train track scar (scar) Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory His train of thought will stain that car (uh) I will stretch your dreams from