[Chorus] The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world, The fancy cars, the women and the caviar,
What up, ay shawty what it is What up, ay shawty what it is What up, ay shawty what it is Little buddy what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid
[Ludacris] You might as well put dat down we on our way to Cali to get some real dough [Girl] Hello [Ludacris] waz up girl? [Girl] Waz up baby? I miss
Yeah, one, two, c'mon, yeah, yeah, what? Nasty Nas, Virgo, L-L-Ludacris, Virgo Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this Nas here Baby girl, won't you
Gotta keep it a secret, ay man, let me ask you somethin' man You ever have one of them days where you felt like You mighta got rid of all the bad seeds
Oh, in a little district In a neighborhood People movin' swift Like they think they should A word from your mouth Your lights get knocked out A blast
It began sometime last week The feeling that most everything Was changing for the worse All the triggers pulled at once So begins my ugly fall from grace
We lock the gaze tightly upon each other No others come near, no others come between As you remain beside me, muted and studying In beauty and radiant
There were trails of fallen trees Deciduous and weeding marsh The lowland birds and crickets roared The final sound of fall Along the banks of the river
Please listen to me and don't disagree Even as we fight, it doesn't matter to me Please listen to me and don't disagree Even as we fight, it doesn't matter
You plead with yourself but it?s me that you want It?s the same thing every time, every time I am determined not to fall into that trap again It?s the
Is it a crime to want to show your soul? Waste enough time, another black hole Misguided, not even lost, not even sure Now find the disease or the cure
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man He will take a woman's man and leave her cold in hand District Attorney sho' is hard on a man He will take
We are the expatriated Our fate cards have played us Neighbors displaced us We've seen that these Demographics are targets Shot down by the market I
bless my city with twelve songs. one for do-rights, two for wrongs. three for youth, elders make four. five for belov'd ancestors. six for wealthy, seven
Spinning around Spinning around Ohh I'm spinning around, move out of my way I know you're feelin' me 'cause you like it like this I'm breakin' it down
Listen to instructions carefully While bumpin' this album in your jeeps Aaliyah's got a ninety's swing So be careful with The volume please Yeah Hmm
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