and red top Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox International, pass porter's {?} gear And my song's here longer than dog years Fly, coast to
can't say, "You don't go and forget the down times And the walk while i was with the bad man" Many to fly right? Masterplan Miracle flight like Pan-Am
ya mammy's pot I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot Im tryna get back door I demand it now Yea panic now you better pan it down Fore the neighbors
shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
star I make a big rock and roll hits I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore I am, I am, I am so yours I am a big car and I'm a strip bar You call
down like a dog Then I fly high like a hawk I'm the Devil and I'm God I'm the one who tries to live his life In primordial times From the other side Pan
know that's what they want Me too with my hands up she turn around like man Here I am But I know her from work she pass by like he ain't that fly you
me in the eyes of unequal High above the plains but still remains equal Livin on, no matter how fly there is no sequel I am not a supreme being, freeing
Hey, what's goin' on y'all? Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again. Did you miss me? Hope not. I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes
a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without peter pan And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man In person I am everything and more
put a ring on alicia hand, This lost boy got fly without peter pan, And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man, In person I am everything and
snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number
out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be? TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
