been down, we've been out We've been hanging 'round Tip our glasses to no direction Start the van, get me out of this One horse town, waste this night We've been down
little woman That's not how it should be And I told her, cool down, cool down I told her, cool down, cool down Cool down, cool down She said she would
hills, attached to the land we'll be still No one's ever gonna say a thing And we'll be together, together again Taking off to the city on down Just
me Bless your heart, let your mind go free And it's too loud on the Earth today So let's go home and lay down Lay down and rest here in my arms Lay down
the demeanor of an R 'n B singer Make it ring finger, M3 beamer Champagne Range, triple white Jag Closet full of brand new clothes and handbags Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel D
him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time I hit the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin', steady playin' shotgun
Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. [P.
mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O
i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after the original u know what it is. (JD) welcome to atlanta remix it had to go down
if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both
the pot jus like a lobster Off white substance side n it aint pasta d-n right he know what he doin look at his posture Man we jus happy we back n--a
Half a life sentence a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my back They ain't got nuttin but time, the fuck is that I'd rather be in jail then
them) But I'm quite sweet if you take the time to get to know me Deep down my heart riles around like a bone lost deep inside See I'd like to fall in
, ours, o-o-ours We're tearing it apart, part, p-p-part You know we're superstars, we are who we are We're dancin' like we're dumb, dumb, d-d-dumb Our
talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the G-o-d Down
mate We'd lick a couple lappys And we'd meet up at the staircase Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in Didn't think 4 years down the line,
a pimp-main ho So hope you only see me when my grip ain't low I go up in ya like a skeleton So S N double O please let 'em know the crew I'm bailin'
's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ Two, one, yep, three S N, double O, P D O, double