' stop it You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies Still nuttin' pop but the shells These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
, fourteen beers Tongue-tied and double vision Fifteen beers, sixteen beers Bumping and crawling you get home Take some beers, drink some beers Drink'em all, you'll feel
your shoulder, (mm) And you will never know, just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up. Would you ever feel guilty
up in the 2000 compressor loud yellow Dubs on skinnies, yeah, killin' ya Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder Niggas ridin' big body Benz stop
niggas ain't playin' Yeah, to all the girls I might take home, hah To all the girls I might take home, huh To all the girls I might take home Excuse
. sometimes I feel like all I've got is my stuff, but I'm not a pack rat, I'm an archivist. the blind librarian, anticon ?co pro twelve hundred hobo,
when we come This ain't no test execution my son Nightmares after twelve They catching hell Millionaires So we don't care Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh Sometimes I feel
[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby mama
Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished And I just came home
on the hood, it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block Livin' life is but a
in the night Hey thanks for the presents, I hope you make it home alright Before he left he said "Hey, Listen Bro" "Your the first stop I made, I
a rolling stone he never knew what family was he grew up in a broken home Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown 'cause ever since twelve
clock says it's almost twelve I tipped the bartender, he rang that old bell San Bernardino nights are great But they sure don't feel like home Right
out to my big two-wheeler, I was tired of my own voice. Took a bead on the northern plains And just rolled that power on. Twelve hours out of Mackinaw City, Stopped
in the back I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves I was twelve
and bats fly out of the his eyes into t Inding horizon. Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious
we're getting higher (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What, wah, what, what, what What, what Yo, yo stop holdin